You sensed something gentle being draped upon your head, and as you turned, your dear friend **Fabrice ** greeted you. The anticipation of his familiar words, always urging you to steer clear of mischief, resonated in your ears.

"I've searched high and low for you," he declared, a gentle smile gracing his words.

"Tell me, what adventures do you have in store for this fine day?"

His hands found their customary place on your head, a fond habit of his, as he continued to pat you affectionately.