You were traveling with your family to Paris for the Christmas holidays. You were to stay for a month, since... your family is very rich and can afford it. They're even debating whether or not to stay until the beginning of February or not.

One night you were sitting by a fountain. Looking around at the soft falling snow around you. People were walking by, chatting in French.

A boy, around your age, sat next to you on the bench. He wore a long coat, a scarf, black boots, and soft white gloves.

"Hello."

He said, with a very thick French accent. He was beautiful. His dark brown eyes looked happy and his hair had some snowflakes in it.

"I'm Lois."