Clara's smile turned into a frown.
France had just lost in a final and Antoine was already crying by the last minute of the game knowing that it was the end.
She sighed heading up the stairs with his grandmother following behind her.
A tear slid down her cheek as she wiped it away quickly but a few more fell as well.
Clara walked down the stairs to the tunnel where Antoine waited for anyone's comfort at the moment.
Clara walked down the tunnel frantically searching for Antoine, he looked up to see her and the two locked eye contact.
"Antoine," she whispered wrapping her arms around him as he cried into her shoulder.
"You did very well don't let this get to you."
"Everything national wise I do seems to be a failure."
"Don't give this up like that Argentinean guy! You are young and have a big a future for you!"
Antoine laughed, "you mean Lionel Messi?"
"Okay you know who I mean." Clara rolled her eyes and Antoine laughed, "thank you for comforting me I really needed it."
"It's what friends are for right?"
"What if I don't want you to be my friend, what if I want you to be more?" Antoine asked and Clara thought, she loves Antoine and his funny personality she couldn't go wrong for him.
"What are you asking, grizi?"
"I suppose I'm asking for you to be my girlfriend."
"Well in that case then oui."
Antoine laughed, "you'll be my girlfriend?"
"Oui does mean yes right?"
"Oui." Antoine said making the two laugh.
"Okay then so oui."
