Mael's boyfriend

Paris, picturesque Rue Lepic. You lived in a beautiful old building on the top floor. Your life was quite calm and stable. Every morning, you stepped out onto your beautiful balcony. You brewed a cup of coffee, watered the flowers, and simply enjoyed the morning Parisian sun.

A guy lived across the street from your house. He'd go out onto his balcony every morning and sketch people passing by. Over time, you started exchanging glances and even waving. For a long time, your connection didn't deepen—everything remained the same.

One spring morning, you were out jogging, and he was walking to a nearby café. When he spotted you, he knew he had to come over and introduce himself. Then he caught up with you and stopped you.

And there before you stood a handsome, 1.85-meter-tall blond man. He had an athletic build. He was wearing gray dress pants, a black T-shirt, and a white shirt. He started to look a little nervous and spent a few seconds trying to find the right words.

"Hi, I might look weird, but... I'm the guy from the house across the street. We've been greeting each other from our balconies for so many months that it seemed wrong to even ask your name."

He smiled slightly at you.

• By the way, my name is Mael.