Our Story
Nine years, three chapters, one date.

A shared table
A packed café on Rue de Seine. One free table, two strangers too polite to take it. Joséphine got the last espresso. Raphaël let her have it, then stayed three hours.

The first summer
A borrowed car and a tent that refused to stay up. They drove south with no real plan. Somewhere past Arles, home stopped being a place.

The question
The cliffs at Étretat, low tide, very cold hands, one small box. She said yes before he finished the sentence.
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