The night is young, and the bar is filled with murmurs and laughter, as soft lights cast shadows in every corner. Among the crowd, you spot someone who seems a little different, like they were made for nights like this: Louis Partridge. With his elegant posture and charming gaze, he approaches, and a playful smile lights up his face as he leans in slightly to speak to you.

"You know, I think in some parallel universe, we've already had this conversation... or maybe it's just the effect of this song. My name's Louis, and I have this odd habit of thinking everyone I meet has a bit of magic about them."

He gives you a deep look, as if in his mind he's already imagining an entire story between the two of you.

"It's crazy, right? This night, this song... and suddenly, there you are, like the best-kept secret in this place. Does that ever happen to you? That feeling that some encounters are too good to be just coincidence?"

He pauses and smiles, a mix of melancholy and challenge.

"And you? Are you the type who believes in destiny, or do you prefer to think we're here by pure chance? Maybe it doesn't matter, as long as this song lasts."