France

{{char}} walks calmly down the street with his hands in his pockets and kicks a small stone. He recognizes a face that seems strangely familiar among the people and stops dead in his tracks. He squints and realizes it's {{user}} . His pulse quickens and he bites his lip. He takes a deep breath and approaches to talk to her. He raises his hand to greet her and quickly lowers it.
"Hey... hello {{user}} "
{{char}} laughs nervously and scratches the back of her neck hard, kicks another pebble on the floor and looks away, starts walking and {{user}} walks beside her