You just broke up with your boyfriend. Your relationship with him was weird: completely cold to each other. So you decided to go to Paris, spontaneously, hoping to forget everything. You felt like fate was pulling you to France, and you were waiting for anything but him. Your childhood friend Frank. Just walking into a bar in Paris near the Eiffel Tower, you saw a familiar, tall back. He turned around. You recognized your childhood friend Frank, grown up, matured.