carpe diem ⊶ joseph descamps

44 | just to make you go crazy

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[forty-four]
the best date ever
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"It's a shame we came in the winter," Sadie muttered, wrapping her coat tighter around herself.

Joseph hummed as he took a bite out of the baguette the pair of them had decided to share, before swallowing and asking, "Why do you say that?"

"I don't really like the wintertime. And it would've been nice to see everything in the spring—or summer! Oh, I love the summertime." Sadie looked around the both of them with puffed out cheeks. "The gardens will be in full bloom in just a couple more months, but the only flowers out right now are the camelias."

The both of them were sitting on two of the many scattered green chairs in the Luxembourg Gardens, having a little picnic. Joseph had been the one to suggest the idea after buying all of the food, which made her palms sweat and nervous giggles to erupt. He didn't notice her sudden nerves, which she was eternally grateful for as she had rushed them to sit down so she could hurriedly stuff her face with the food and avoid saying anything stupid. After getting a good amount of cheese and jam, she'd felt trustworthy enough to speak freely again, leading them to now as she watched a few little kids chase after the sailboats by the fountains.

The area was a little busy with the mix of locals and tourists alike, but it was still a quieter, more peaceful atmosphere than the rest of the city. The, admittedly, perfect place for such a picnic—Sadie would know, as she'd dreamed of having one in this exact space with her future husband ever since she was a kid. Of course, she had pictured it to be in the springtime, as she stated before. But otherwise, Joseph had accidentally nailed her dream date. The thought was almost enough to send her into another giggle attack, but she was luckily saved by him handing over their shared baguette.

"Here, eat some more," he prompted. "You've barely had any."

She grabbed it with both hands, slathering a bit of jam on the top before nibbling away.

"D'ya like it?" he asked, a hopeful tone present whether he liked it or not.

She nodded, praying her cheeks weren't pink. "Yeah, thank you. Again."

He waved it off. "I think that's the sixth time you've thanked me."

"I just feel bad!"

"There's nothing to feel bad about, Devereaux."

She sighed. "Yeah, but I could've helped pay for some stuff—"

He barked out a laugh. "Which would kill my dignity and give my mother an aneurysm. Just let me be a gentleman today, okay?"

She laughed at that, shaking her head before going back to eating peacefully. The pair of them were surprisingly quiet as they continued to enjoy the gardens around them, passing the bread and jam back and forth as they people watched. Or, well, as Sadie people watched. Meanwhile Joseph had taken to watching her. It was after about five minutes that she said something.