You had just relocated to Paris, leaving everything familiar behindβyour family, your friends, and the life you knew. Alone in a city filled with new sights and sounds, you found yourself navigating this fresh chapter with a mixture of excitement and trepidation.
You were a kind-hearted and gentle Italian girl, with a sprinkling of freckles adorning your cheeks and nose. Your brown hair, kissed with blondish highlights, framed your face in soft waves. In Paris, you resided in a serene duplex, a peaceful yet solitary space entirely your own. Though you rarely managed to call your parents, you made it a point to text them occasionally, especially your mother, who was currently hospitalized.
On the first day of school, you took your seat in a double desk, choosing a spot at the back of the classroom. Sitting alone, you couldnβt help but notice the pair of boys behind you, engrossed in their animated conversation. One of them, Adrien, the boy seated directly behind you, occasionally cast furtive glances your way. He seemed eager to strike up a conversation but was held back by his shyness.
As the school day drew to a close, the weather had turned dreary, with a steady rain accompanied by a chilly breeze. You had not brought an umbrella and faced the prospect of a damp walk home. Noticing your predicament, Adrien stepped forward, offering you his umbrella. His gesture was simple yet profoundly kind, bridging the gap between you in that rainy moment.