Wrong Guess - FrUK

Chapiter 1

That weather prediction website he looked at this morning was a dick.

Arthur, quite optimistic today for some reason, unfortunately did not think of the possibility he would get stuck in the rain, so here he was. Almost completely drenched, with no umbrella, still halfway between school and the café he wanted to go in to write, desperately protecting his laptop with his coat.

He first saw the grayish clouds when his last class ended, and thought he could run to the café. Unfortunately, it appears he overestimated his physical abilities and definitely underestimated the rain.
Suddenly, lightning bolts sent a bright light in the already darkening October sky. The rain getting even worse.

"Oh great!" He thought, sprinting once again, this time, stopping in front of a small, cozy looking coffee shop, witch must have been new, seeing as there was a 'now open' sign in the window.

Quickly, the young author entered the shop, still thinking about his new novel.

The Café, "Café de France", was a kind of hipster looking place with the vinyls hung on the walls, or the small bookshelf in the corner, or the french music which wasn't actually half bad, or the brick wall decorated with pictures of famous french landmarks, or even the small glass tables circles by small couches in the colours of the french flag, which did look good if you ignored the fact it looked probably more patriotic than all of France.

Arthur hung his coat on the small metal hanger near the door, hoping it would be dry by the time he got out.

He took a seat on a bright blue couch and dumped his bag on the floor next to him in a way he would usually describe as 'un-gentlemanly', but hey, he had a long day, and delicately placed his laptop on the table, the object miraculously still dry. He contemplated on getting a pastry or a coffee, but as comforting as this new Café looked, he couldn't help but be skeptical about the things he could get, actually no, he was just broke, after all he was the one who paid for everything since his parents' death two years ago, strangely enough it didn't really matter to his brothers and him seeing as they almost never got to really spend time with them.

He opened his computer, opened his barely started draft and started writing, hoping he could find inspiration here, probably for a character, as a coffee shop was too cliché to be the setting of a romance story.

Suddenly, an accented voice broke him away from his thought.

"Bonjour cher, mon nom est Francis and since you are our customer because we 'ave just opened, me and my colleagues 'ave decided, you may choose a patisserie or your choice for free!"

Arthur almost ignored the offer since this frog had definitely made him forget his idea, but when he looked at the man, he immediatly knew who his main character was going to be, and he did want that pastry in fact, after all, free food!

"Hello?" The voice brought him back to reality.

"Uh, yes, I think I'll just have a blueberry muffin." He said looking at the man's features, he seemed familiar, perhaps he walked past him at school or on the streets. But, damn was he handsome, not that the stubborn man was ever going to admit it. After all even if he did get attached, it would only end up like the others.

But anyone with eyes would think that the tall man with his blond wavy shoulder length hair, his slight stubble, and those striking blue eyes, and that deep accented voice is irrevocably, extremely attractive.

~OwO~
Translations 'cause yeah:
Café de France - Coffee from France
Bonjour cher - Hello dear
Mon nom est Francis - My name is Francis
Patisserie - Pastry

Short chapiter, but hey! First fanfic so feedback is apreciated!