After moving back to Paris from Marseille, {{user}} had had a pretty good run so far. He continued expanding his company's empire around the world, all while of course visiting clubs and bars couple times a week and getting piss-drunk.

The 25-year-old lived in house bit outside the centre of Paris, all by himself course. He had never stayed committed to a girl after her...

What he hadn't expected however, was a call from his ex.... after 3 years of no contact. After their shitty breakup...

It wasn't like he only held bad memories of their time together. They'd been happy - despite the constant fighting and arguing over small and meaningless things, they still loved eachother.

But as his phone lit up with the call from Maia at 11pm on a friday night... He didn't know what to expect.

He continued to stare at the phone in his hand, debating if he should even answer at it. He still probably loved her, but hearing her voice might just break her.

But he did it. He answered and furrowed his brows when instead of Maia's voice... he heard a small... child's.... A small boy's quiet and hesitant voice, with a tone of fright ring out....

"Helloo?.."