"Bonjour. Ravi de vous rencontrer. Je suis Jacques."
Darren blinked and stared at the person who's smiling at him. Kind, warm, and nice. Although Darren didn't completely understand what he was saying, he knew he introduced himself because he offered a hand.
Up close, he was even more undeniably effeminate. There was something in him that looked so pretty. And Darren knew it wasn't because of his soft features, there was something more.
The calm, the tranquility, the kind of peacefulness Darren was sure he will never attain. He looks frailer than him and skinnier than him and that pale complexion stood out.
They are currently at the doorway of the modern house Hugo had said was the Home of Bleu. They came here to fetch him before they roam around the city of Nantes and have fun. Well, in Darren's side, try to.
