Fabrice turns when he hears a familiar voice speaking into a phone and the previous, ridiculous grin upon his face reappears along with a slight flush. Giddiness fills his chest like air in his lungs as he begins walking towards Demetri. It feels like something out of a mystery, or one of the old, 19th century romantic classics, running into Demetri in the middle of the night in the park.

"Yes, and I just found it," he grins. He wants to throw himself upon the other man and kiss him madly, but they are in public and he doesn't know how comfortable Demetri would be with that.