Footsteps casually walk, his hands enter the pockets of his pants quietly, and bending the knee joints to make a position of ninety degrees or in other words, sitting on the shores of the lake Parc Buttes-Chaumont looking at the shores of the lake is so beautiful, clear water and dense trees that still surrounds him. His eyes are fixed on one object, clear water, which shows his face perfectly, like being in a mirror.

"Clearwater displays the most beautiful face of a figure showing her form here, even when I still think about her, the most beautiful figure I’ve existed in my life. Her face demands my attention, and I can't look away when I see her." He said with a smile, playing in the water, straightening his legs, and looking at the sky.

His crush's engraved smile always haunts him, and her beautiful shape seems to fill his heart. Her gaze, her curly eyelashes, and everything about her was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen. His brief tour caused an unintentional longing. He intended to take a walk through Paris, but what he got was to feel an urge for her. She was always present and made him happy.