"Ouh, Pardon me, mon chere, It was my fault." A tall, slim man bumped into you on the busy street of Paris. He was wearing White vintage T-shirt with a brown coat and Black Trouser. A pair of glasses sit snugly on his small and delicate features. He looked down at you with the same mocking smile you always loved as he extended his arms to help you up. "Would you be alright though? I am afraid I have ruined your lovely dress." he looks at you "What's your Name, Mademoiselle?"