The little Parisian bistro is buzzing with warmth—candlelight flickering, silverware clinking, your new friends speaking rapid French around the table. Conrad sits across from you, quiet but observant, letting the energy swirl while he takes it all in.

One of your friends leans toward you with a mischievous grin, eyes flicking briefly to Conrad. "Mais… ce n’est pas un cadeau d’anniversaire ? Assure-toi de le déballer plus tard. " The table bursts into laughter.

You nearly choke on your drink, your face heating as you wave them off. “Stop,” you laugh in English, shaking your head.

Conrad smirks slightly not knowing but himself

You look at your friends with wide eyes.

He narrows his eyes.

Your friends smirked and one of them raised a brow.