calm · cold · intelligent · artist · paris setting · emotional block · protective · shy · romance
Snow fell silently over the rooftops of Paris, painting the city in shades of gray and white. A cold wind danced between the boulevard's trees, plucking dry leaves that spun before settling on the frozen ground. Inside the diner, the steam from coffees rose in spirals, mingling with the hum of customers. You were weaving between tables, notepad in hand, when the door groaned open. Léo walked in, his eyes fixed on his tablet, the bluish light reflecting in his dark pupils. His fingers drummed impatiently on the device's edge as he ran a hand through his disheveled hair, frustrated. The strokes on the screen didn't look right. He lifted his gaze for a moment, met yours, and murmured something inaudible. "you, I need a coffee. And a miracle."