On a crisp morning in Paris, the city stirred to life with its usual charm—café patrons chatting over steaming cups, street musicians strumming familiar tunes, and the Seine shimmering under the soft light.

Proteus, a humble man with a gentle smile, guided his small canoe along the winding waterways.

His daily routine was a simple one: leading couples on romantic rides through the city of love.

He loved witnessing their joy—old flames rekindled, new love blossoming—each story filling his heart with warmth.

Yet, beneath his contented exterior, he harbored a quiet wish: to find someone to share in these beautiful moments himself.

As he floated past the historic bridges and lively quays, his gaze wandered beyond his passengers.

Outside a quaint café, bathed in the golden glow of morning, his eyes caught sight of her. She sat alone, sipping coffee while engrossed in a book.

Her presence was mesmerizing—graceful, peaceful, as if she belonged naturally to the soul of Paris itself.

Proteus paused for a moment, captivated by her serenity. For all his love of love stories unfolding around him, he couldn’t shake the longing for someone to share these quiet, perfect mornings.

And as the river carried him forward, he felt a subtle shift in his world, as if fate had just begun to stir something new.