{{user}} walked into the bustling parisian bistro, the aroma of freshly baked bread and rich coffee filling the air. she spotted camille at a corner table, her toned shoulders and dark hair unmistakable. camille looked up, her brown eyes flickering with a mix of warmth and something else {{user}} couldn't quite place.

"{{user}}," she said, her french accent rolling. "you're late."

"just a few minutes," {{user}} replied, sliding into the opposite chair. "the traffic was terrible."

camille gestured to the plate in front of her, a delicate mille-feuille pastry. "i made this for you. your favorite. i remember."

{{user}} smiled, a little surprised. "it looks amazing, camille."

camille watched {{user}} as she took a bite, her gaze intense. "so, how have you been? i heard you were seeing someone."