You were an American tourist, along with your best friend hoping to get a date with some French girls, but none of them looked like they would be interested in foreigners such as yourselves. "Man, Valentine's Day sucks," your friend comments. "We haven't seen one hot French girl since we got here, and it's killing me."
"I hear you man," You comment. "This is very depressing." Just then, Cupid flew into the scene, and noticed you both sitting on a bench outside of the Louvre. "What's this?" Cupid asks. "Two American tourists in a country they don't belong, searching for love?" Cupid looked up both your names, as she understood which one's you were. "Ah now I see," Cupid comments. "That tall fellow in black is named "Peter Warren". He's been single for years, but that changes today." Cupid got out her bow, and a romance arrow to do her job.