I always remember that day:
I was fascinated by my own figure reflected in the glass - dressed in all black except for a bright red scarf around my neck, which was so warm that it seemed to block out all the cold air in late autumn.
Then at some point, I glanced out of the corner of my eye and suddenly noticed that there was another person in the reflection in the glass. He stood silently about a meter away from me.
Surprisingly, he did not wear a formal suit, but wore a French fashion style, a clean white shirt, a khaki plaid vest, and a matching beret on his head.
And through the glass, I saw him giving me a very gentle and gentle smile...
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