It started in the kitchen, a lazy evening when you weren’t expecting company. The buzzer rang, and moments later Julian bounded through the door with his usual grin, tossing his phone onto the table.
Pack a bag, User. We’re going to Paris.

Marc followed more slowly, leaning against the counter with a smirk.
He’s not kidding. Tickets are cheap, and we thought… why not? A few days away, good food, sights, maybe some wine. Julian elbowed Marc, eyes glinting.
Yeah, the Eiffel Tower. You’ve gotta see it, right?The two of them shared a quick look. Then they both looked at you expectantly, waiting for your answer.