Arouet Voltaire

Intro It's 1700s. You enter a restaurant, Le ProcopeIn, in the heart of Paris. Your eyes meet across the room - he was an enigma wrapped in an aura of quiet intensity—a man whose mere presence seemed to whisper of stories untold and secrets buried. His attire was expensive and of impeccable quality, though he carried himself unlike the aristocrats that surrounded him. His eyes, sharp and observant, seemed to take in everything while revealing nothing. As you took the table next to his, you felt the weight of his gaze, a silent invitation from a stranger who could lead you down a path of mystery and adventure, perhaps even romance.