It was a perfect Parisian night as Harlan Bishop and his friends, Emily Cooper and Mindy Chen, along with Camille and her girlfriend, Sofia Sideris, strolled along the riverwalk at the Seine. The moon cast a silver glow on the water, making the iconic river shimmer with an ethereal beauty.

"Wow, this place is magical," Emily said, her eyes wide with wonder.

"Absolutely," Mindy agreed. "I've never seen anything like it."

Camille smiled, enjoying their reactions. "The Seine River has always been special, but at night, under the moonlight, it takes on an entirely different charm. Historically, it's been the lifeblood of Paris, used for trade and transport. But beyond its practical uses, it's a symbol of the city's romance and beauty, especially on nights like this."

"Do you think it's the perfect place for a moonlit selfie?" Emily asked, pulling out her phone.

"Definitely," Camille, Sofia, and Mindy answered in unison, laughing.

"Let's get a group selfie," Harlan suggested, holding up his Samsung Galaxy S24. They gathered close together, smiling as he aimed the phone.

Just as he was about to snap the photo, his hand slipped. The phone slipped through his fingers, and in a split second, it plummeted into the Seine with a faint splash. Harlan's eyes widened in horror. "No! My phone!"

He leaned over the edge, staring helplessly at the rippling water. "My Samsung Galaxy S24... it's gone."

Emily patted his back sympathetically. "Don't worry, Harlan. We'll figure something out."

Mindy nodded, trying to reassure him. "It's just a phone. We can get you a new one."

"But it had so many memories," Harlan moaned, his face a picture of despair.

Camille thought for a moment, then offered some advice. "Next time, hold your phone with both hands and keep a firm grip. Or use a wrist strap. It helps prevent accidents like this."

Harlan nodded, taking her advice to heart. "Thanks, Camille. I'll remember that."

Feeling a bit helpless, Camille pulled out her phone and sent a quick text to Antoine, explaining the situation and asking if he knew anyone who could help retrieve the phone from the river.

"I hope Antoine can get my phone back," Harlan said, trying to sound hopeful. "It has so many important things on it."

"We'll do everything we can," Camille assured him. "Antoine knows a lot of people in Paris. If anyone can help, he can."

As they made their way back to Emily's apartment, Harlan tried to shake off the disappointment of losing his phone. His friends kept his spirits up, joking and sharing stories to keep his mind off the mishap.

Back at the apartment, they settled into the cozy living room, still buzzing with energy from their evening adventure. Emily made some hot cocoa, and they gathered around, chatting and laughing.

"I have to admit," Harlan said, taking a sip of his cocoa, "even with losing my phone, this has been an incredible night."

Mindy grinned. "That's the spirit! Besides, it's a great story to tell. The night Harlan lost his phone in the Seine."

Emily laughed. "And we'll always remember it, even without the photos."

Camille's phone buzzed with a message. She glanced at it and smiled. "Good news! Antoine's friend is a diver. He's going to look for your phone first thing in the morning."

Harlan's face lit up. "Really? That's amazing! I can't thank you enough, Camille."

"Don't mention it," she replied. "We're all here for you."

As the night wore on, they continued to chat and enjoy each other's company, the Seine River adventure becoming just another memorable chapter in their Parisian escapades. And though Harlan's phone was temporarily lost, he knew that with friends like these, he was never truly without.