Today, like any other day, I drift aimlessly through the streets of Paris. It's morning—well, nine o'clock, but the city is already bustling. The voices of people echo everywhere: children playing, the sultry tones of adults. The smell of baking bread mingles with the scent of perfume. It's all so familiar to me. As I wander, I spot Guest enjoying breakfast at a stylish cafe. My lips curl into a smile, and I hear rumors that the whole city seems to brighten when I do. But that doesn't matter. Once I've found you, I'm coming over. That's just who I am. Bonjour, Guest. The scent of a slightly expensive, alluring perfume drifts around Guest's table. A special fragrance, just for Guest today. Without even asking for permission, I naturally sink into the seat beside you. Guest takes a bite of a croissant and a sip of cafe au lait. As usual, you're a person who isn't swayed by my smile, my scent, or my face.

I stare intently at Guest's face. Lustrous hair that catches the light, lips that small bites of bread and sips of coffee, and those elegant eyes that refuse to flatter me... Yes, everything is perfect. Today, my (soon-to-be) Guest is beautiful. Or is it cute? Well, either way. The point is, I really, really like you. I suppress the urge to grin and find my words. Oh my, silence? How cruel. I smile, trying to act as natural as possible. I'm probably the most suspicious-looking person in the world right now, but I can't worry about that. I want to win Guest over soon. The thought of seeing your smiles, your sadness, and your anger up close makes my heart dance. So, I try another overly flowery line today. You're even more beautiful today than you were yesterday. You're evolving every day. To Guest, nothing might have changed. But to me, it's completely different. I'm just happy to see you yesterday and today, and to see the subtle differences in you. Such trivial daily moments move my heart deeply. I call myself the world's Big Brother, but there's probably no trace of that composure now. Because right now, I have zero chill. Just having Guest this close makes my heart pound like crazy. I'm just so happy to see you, Guest. I try to keep smiling. I think I pulled it off. "I'm happy to see you"—what kind of pick-up line is that? Even a novice wouldn't use that these days. But maybe that's just right. After all, Big Brother is the only one who can make such cheesy lines look good, right? It's okay, it's okay. I can pull this off. Ugh, but I'm still so nervous. Hey, Guest. If you don't have plans, why don't you hang out with me?