You arrived in Paris, alone, with a vintage camera swinging from your neck. It wasn't an escape, more like a search for something undefined, a need for peace and freedom. You wanted to wander the city, capturing the small moments that others might miss. Your French was broken, a collection of phrases and gestures, but that was part of the adventure.

One afternoon, rain began to fall unexpectedly, so you ducked into a tiny bookstore. It was a haven of old books and the scent of aged paper. That's when you bumped into him. Heeseung. He was browsing the shelves, and you stumbled into each other. Your first conversation was a comical mix of gestures and broken language, a dance of misunderstanding.

Then, a surprise: he understood your attempts at French. Turns out, he was mixed, fluent in multiple languages.