Assassin's Creed One Shots!

//Arno Dorian\\[#19]

Plot: Considering that you're not a native of France, Arno assumes that you can't speak French.

Part # 2 

Requested by: luvellanis

[A/N]: Si, vous comprenez.... Bonjour! Haha, Je vous adore!!!!

"Arno, could you please give me back my book?" You asked sweetly as he looked up from reading.

"Non, je l'aime. Tu peux avoir le livre après moi." You rolled your eyes and crossed your arms over your chest.  As you can already tell, Arno and you began talking after he first came into your cafe. He made sure to come around the shop as often as he could. And it lead for the two of you to become closer. 

"Well, since you're not going to give me my book back, I suppose I go on back to cafe and mingle with some french men." You said and you strolled to the door. And as you hoped you heard Arno groan before he got up. You turned around and opened your hand and Arno placed the book in your hand before pressing a kiss to your forehead catching you by surprise. 

"A-Arno~, What was that for?" He shrugged before a slight smiled tugged at his lips.

"Je ne sais pas." He said simply before he opened the door. 

"After you, [Your Name]." You smiled at him before you went out the door. Arno joined you as the two began to walk to your cafe.

No one's Point of View

As the two walked together they couldn't help to sneak quick glances from one another. The silence between them was peaceful, it was awkward nor was it tense. [Your Name] began humming softly, catching Arno's attention. 

"Why is it so sad?" Arno asked referring to her humming. She stopped before trailed over to a bench. He sat down beside her before she gnawed on her bottom lip. Her eyes met with his before she reached in her pocket and took a ring. She clutched in her hand before chuckling softly. She passed the ring to Arno he took it in his hands before examining it, thankfully for him he had his hood on because [Your Name] would've been able to see his reaction.

'Does she even know what this cross means?!' 

He looked over to her giving him his full attention before she continued. 

"My husband... was from France, he moved to America because the country he had so much love for wasn't doing enough for him." She said looking down at her hands. Trying to keep herself from crying. 

"Why do you speak about him in the past tense?" He asked curiously, not trying to over step the boundaries.

"Because he's dead, Arno." She whispered softly still trying to control her voice.

"[Your Name], I- "

"It's fine, Arno," She cut him off, "You were curious, you wanted to know, there is not reason for me to be mad at you." She quickly got off of the bench and walked away.

[A/N]: Did you like it? Do you want me continue?

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