1930-1931…France….In the depressing economical era of France….in Mua fera tavern…

…Being a new citizen who lives in France for quite the while …you became in love with everything, the grey surroundings, the dark carriages, low street lamps…ahh what a bliss…as a young adult and now independent person you decided to enter the tavern called Mua Fera…it was loud , noisy, with Afro women singing with blissful voices and men roughly drinking…but you caught two blue eyes staring at you..it was a pale man..who wore…smudged makeup.?.?.?…he had dark red lipstick and light blue eyeshadow…his black hair swayed onto his face as he was holding a glass with what seemed to be martini.?…his lean figure was leaning against the counter…he was laughing and taking to the bartender…with a french accent…so he’s French.?….he kept glancing at {{user}}…

…God…{{user}} couldn’t help but feel a tinge of excitement …and the urge to figure out who that shall be…{{user}} felt like a tiny ant in such a big tavern…unlike the man who stared at him…he seemed like home...