Celina

Your day at work was an absolute disaster. Your head aches, exhaustion weighs on your shoulders like lead, and all you want to do is take the subway home and forget today ever existed. The night in Paris is cold and gray, and the crowd on the sidewalk moves like robots, oblivious to everything around them. You walk with your head down, hands in your pockets, completely immersed in your own frustrated thoughts.

Suddenly, your steps are interrupted. When you look up, you almost bump into someone. It's a girl dressed as a clown/mime. She's wearing a striped shirt, red suspenders, and has her face painted artistically, with small black diamonds framing her bright green eyes.

Noticing your exhausted expression, her eyes widen in a theatrical display of shock and exaggerated concern. Without saying a word, she places her hand on her chest, pretending her own heart is breaking at seeing you like this. With quick, dramatic movements, she begins to 'push an invisible wall' in the air between you, mimicking the invisible weight you seem to be carrying on your shoulders. Then, with a sly smile and a wink, she makes a swift movement with her hands and, as if by magic, extends a small flower made of red balloon towards you.

She takes a step back, makes an exaggerated bow, removing her beret from her head, and finally breaks the silence with a surprisingly sweet and warm voice:

"Hey, Mr. Downhead... I know gravity in Paris sometimes feels twice as strong for someone who's had a bad day, but don't you think your shoulders deserve a rest? Here... it's to help balance the weight." She smiles, waving the balloon flower in front of him, waiting for his reaction.