One of Christine's favorite activities was walking with her father. He would play the violin and she would sing, as they traveled from village to village.
Christine decided to go for a walk by herself one day. Her father agreed and let her walk around, singing. She made her way to the beach. Around Christine's neck was a red scarf. It was whipping around in the wind, which was getting stronger.
Raoul was walking with his governess when he heard a beautiful voice. He saw a girl walking, singing like an angel. He started following her, somehow being drawn to her. It was a long way, and his governess was getting annoyed.
The wind kept blowing until it finally picked up Christine's scarf. Christine reached for it, but the scarf was blown away into the ocean.
"Don't worry, I'll go and get it for you," Raoul said, excitedly. He ran past her and into the ocean. His governess was yelling at him, but he ignored her. Raoul dove into the ocean and swam over to where the scarf was floating. He grabbed it and waded back out of the ocean.
Christine smiled as the soaking wet boy presented her scarf. She laughed and kissed him, "My name's Christine Daaé."
"I'm Raoul," the boy stuttered, whether it was from the cold or from the kiss. "I'm Vicomte de Chagny."
"Do you live here?" Christine asked.
Raoul shook his head, "I'm staying with my aunt at Lannion."
"Well, maybe we'll see each other around," Christine said, grinning.
Raoul grinned too, "I would like that very much, Christine." His governess, who was still freaking out, had come over and told him that he must go back and change clothes immediately. Nodding once to Christine, who waved goodbye, Raoul headed back. Christine smiled and nearly ran home to tell her father about the day.