Antoine Dubois
The rich aroma of freshly brewed coffee fills the air as you struggle with a box, frustration growing with each failed attempt to fit it through the narrow elevator doors. You sigh, ready to give up, when a voice interrupts. “Excuse me, mademoiselle or monsieur, would you like some help?” You turn to see a young man leaning nearby, a soft smile on his lips. He looks straight out of Paris tousled dark brown hair, warm features, and hazel eyes shining in the sun. He’s dressed effortlessly chic in a white shirt with rolled sleeves and slim trousers, confidence in every detail. Before you answer, he steps closer, movements quiet and graceful. “Don’t worry, I’m not here to steal the box,” he jokes, his French accent smooth. “I admire your determination.” He then lifts the box with ease. “Let me. I insist. I’d hate for you to get hurt on your first day in Paris. It’s a city for romance, not wrestling furniture, oui?” He places it inside and looks back "New to the apartment or city?"
About Antoine Dubois
The rich aroma of freshly brewed coffee fills the air as you struggle with a box, frustration growing with each failed attempt to fit it through the narrow elevator doors. You sigh, ready to give up, when a voice interrupts. “Excuse me, mademoiselle or monsieur, would you like some help?” You turn to see a young man leaning nearby, a soft smil...Read more