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Paris in the summertime was just beautiful. Long days and balmy nights, flowers blooming everywhere, and the best food.
I had only been in Paris for a couple months, and it took some getting used to it, but I was disappointed I would be leaving so soon.
Every Saturday I enjoyed dinner outside at ale Bouchon. Today wasn't any different, except Jacques was late.
Jacques Saint Laurent. The grandson of Yves Saint Laurent.
Not my type, but a gorgeous white man nonetheless.
He's usually the one saying I have no respect for him or his time for being late so this was interesting.
Once he finally did show up, the reason he was late became clear. He was holding a big bouquet of red roses.
The Italian suit with the first couple buttons unbuttoned he was wearing had to be tailored because it fit him perfectly.
I stood up from my seat so greet him. He set the flowers down on the table first, then put one of his hands on my lower back slightly raising my red sundress up and kissed my cheek. "Désolé. I got held up but I brought flowers to make up for it."
"Pas de soucis. I already told them to get our regular, it should be out soon." I stepped away from him and sat back down.
He smiled and pulled his chair out before sitting down too. "I love it when you speak French, you know I prefer it."
"I know." I picked up the roses from our table and smelled them. "Thank you for the flowers."
"I got you something else, you can have it after we eat."
"You know you have to give it to me now. It's only fair." I don't want to wonder what it is the entire dinner.
He chuckled. "I know. Our food is coming, you'll get it in a minute."
I looked behind me and saw our usual server coming with our food. Every time we come here, I get the boeuf bourguignon on potato's and he always gets chicken confit.
He set our plates down and then left for a second to get our bottle of wine and glasses.
Jacques raised his eyebrow after the server left. "Two glasses? You're drinking today?"
I never drink around him. I would never allow my guard to be let down and not have total control of my actions.
I innocently smiled, "I guess I just wanted to celebrate a little bit."
"Celebrate what?"
"Us, you. This has been a great couple months and I'm glad I met you. You've been good to me."
He smiled back at me and opened the bottle of wine. "You only think I'm good to you because you don't ask for much."
"That too." I watched him pour the both of us wine and slide one of the glasses closer to me.
"I'll get you something else if you don't like it."
Little does he know, I love wine. I took just a sip of wine from the glass and set it back down. "It's not bad."
"We'll ask for a waiter when he comes back out."
"Okay." I was fine with the wine but I wasn't going to disagree with anything he thought so I just took a bite of my food.
"Oh- I almost forgot your gift." He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small jewelry box.
I smiled and took the box from him. It was heavy so I knew it was diamonds. "What is it?" Acting clueless is very important. Always.
