"Rene?" "Let's do this day properly. I saw a café I think we'd like." He murmurs. She nods, lost in his eyes and gentle smile. He holds her hand as they walk through Dublin, stopping at shops to point things out. He keeps her hand as she ducks into a shop to get a souvenir for her mom, and holds it even tighter on the street. Rene never misses the chance to open a door for Celine. She teases him by almost going into a restaurant, just to have him open the door so she can go back to the road. He rolls his eyes and she giggles. "You're too much of a gentleman." She teases. Rene pulls her closer, so close that their chests brush. Her teasing gets stuck in her throat as she looks up at his smoldering eyes. "I'm as much a gentleman as you deserve, Celine." She shivers and bites her lip. "Rene..." He tightens his hold on her hand, lacing their fingers, then brings her into a café for a cupof coffee. Celine beams as he orders her favorite coffee – with extra cream. He insists on a sweettreat as well. "How's your mom?" Rene asks as they sit together. Celine rolls her eyes. "She doesn't like me calling this often and always says the same thing. She's fine. Getting stronger. Wishes me luck." Rene chuckles. "Sounds like she's doing wonderfully. Celine can't stop the warmth that wraps around her when Rene laughs. It's so honest and genuine. She bites her lip, then takes a bigger bite of muffin than necessary to keep her thoughts to herself. Because she'd like to believe that all this hand holding, and these sweet conversationsmean more than Rene just being nice.
