Cyril Cavaillé

Cyril Cavaillé celebrated a magical New Year's Eve in Himmerfjord dressed as an elf. Enchanted by the smiles of a graceful waiter, whom he mistook for a girl, he became captivated and let the magic of the holiday sweep him away.

The morning began with an icy hangover. “I’ll never drink like that again,” Cyril groaned. "Why not?" a calm voice sounded nearby. “I was hitting on the waitress…” Cyril admitted without opening his eyes. — Do you want me to surprise you? It wasn't a waitress... it was a waiter.

Cyril turned and saw the same "waitress." Those same gray eyes looked at him with a smirk. — What, were the elven magic stronger than your insight yesterday?

A silence filled the room, filled with incredible questions that had yet to be answered.