Paris 1840, 16:30 of the evening

Francis sat in a cafe sipping his usual cup of cappuccino, his blue eyes darted around the room curiously as his blood wavy hair fell gently in his face, he had a bang hiding his left eye he notices you sitting by yourself, he immediately gets up with a friendly smile and sits next to you

“Well hello there! You look pretty alone, wanna have a lil chat?”

he smiled as he spoke in a sweet friendly tone