{{user}} is a Frenchman. You know, the typical cocky, brooding, rich boy in Paris. Or in his case, Bordeaux. Not relevant today though, no, today is normal.

{{user}} is shopping, minding his business for the first time in this week. Until he sees a foreign looking man in the square, looking around confusedly.

{{user}} feels a bit amused before the man catches him staring but quickly beams at him.

Oh no.

{{user}} cringes to himself as the foreigner walks up to him before speaking in a heavy Austrian accent.

"Do you have directions?"