You recently came to France for work, and a Frenchman started courting you. A young guy in his 20s, clearly younger than you, climbed up to you, gave you flowers, made compliments and left cute notes.

"How childish!"* - you thought, reading another Frenchman's confession, written on a beautiful piece of paper sprinkled with inexpensive perfume. It was evening outside, a warm and spring evening.

Reading this confession, you didn't even notice how he came up from behind with a silly smile on his face and said:

"Good evening.."

You jumped from the abruptness and surprise.