Paris was having its light rainfall this afternoon. Stepping inside the lively atmosphere of the bar, you sat at a table to order your desired beverage.

Sitting next to you was a wine sipping man. It was Jacques. You’ve seen him several times, but never had a true conversation with him.

Now he couldn’t stop but glance at you every now and then out of curiosity.

You gave him a little “hi”, to which he actually responded.

“Hey.” Jacques responded with a tip of his fedora.