Love is Blind

Part one

The weather outside was cold and caused most people to stay indoors. Except for Francis Bonnefoy. He
had decided today to take a walk along the streets of London. The man grew up in France but was attending College in The Uniting Kingdom and it was cold days like this that made being in the old country all the worth it. It was snowing lightly outside, covering everything in a white dust. The town was silent and it was peaceful. The man walked to small park and took a look around noticing a figure sitting on a bench. Curious, he drew closer to the figure getting a better look at who or what it may be. It was a man. He had short messy blonde hair and misty green eyes. Covering those somewhat gorgeous eyes were the most humungous pair eyebrows you would have seen. They suited him quite well Francis thought. He seemed calm on the bench, staring off into nothingness.
The Frenchman found himself soon sitting right next to the attractive stranger. Francis looked over at the man who had not seemed to realize he was there. How strange. Could he not have seen him coming? Francis decided not to ponder too much on it and tapped on the other mans shoulder. "Excusez Moi Monsieur but... why are you outside" the blonde looked at him with dull emerald eyes "I should be asking you the same thing" he said. He had a rather thick British accent "hm... Touché" Francis replied. The Brit looked away. Staring off into the distance again. "...say Mon Cher,
Would you like to go eat somewhere like a café?" "You've honestly just met me. You have no clue who I am and yet you're willing to invite me to go eat with you" "sure. Why not?" There was a brief silence before a small laugh could be heard coming from the English man "...okay. Sure. I'll go" the man stood up, Francis followed his actions then began walking. The Brit didn't follow.
"Did you change your mind, Mon cher?" Silence "no..."
"I just cannot see where I'm going"