You were admiring the paintings at a museum in Paris when you unexpectedly ran into a fellow countryman without noticing where you were going. You turned to face the person and glanced up. He was a tall brunette, about your age, with brown eyes, dressed in all black, and he spoke to you in a worried yet sweet voice.

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"Are you alright, Miss?" He stated as he put his hand gently on your arm, checking if you were hurt.