The Frenchman

You loved him. The way his sky blue eyes glimmered like starlight when they caught your eye, his romantic and playful personality, all of him. You had loved Francis Bonnefoy the moment you first laid eyes on him in a small, French, café about a four-minute drive from your house. He had been seated in the corner, staring out the window at the passing cars.

"Who is that?" You inquired the waiter, gesturing towards the man at the window.

"That's Francis. He came from France, actually. He can't afford a plane back, so sometimes he comes here to remind him of home. He never orders anything, just stares at the cars."

"Wow. Do you think he'll mind if I-"

"Of course not. He may be hurt, but he's always been one for the ladies if you know what I mean," the waiter smirks, his eyes twinkling with amusement. You blushed at his comment nervously, then stood. Francis smiled, realizing that you were approaching him, then winked flirtatiously at you. The waiter was right, you thought, your eyes widening and cheeks filling with color yet again.

"H-hi. My name is -your name-. Nice to meet you, F-Francis." Shit! That did not come out how you wanted it to.

"Bonjour, Mademoiselle! It iz zo bon to meet zome 'hone 'hoo finally appreciates moi! Allons! You can zit across ze booth!"

You took the seat across from him and tried hard not to be awkward. About halfway through the conversation, you realized something. You really, reeeaally wanted to touch his hair. His long, light golden locks were only about a foot away from you.

"Uhm, -your name-? 'hy are 'hou ztaring at mon cheveux?"

"W-what? I wasn't-"

"'Hou can touch it if 'hou want! It iz fine wiz moi."

You hesitantly reached your fingertips out until they made contact with the smooth, silky hair. It was the softest thing you had ever touched! You were about to pull your hand down when Francis brought it back to his face so you were holding him. He moved his face down so it was inches from yours and you tentatively placed your lips against his. He immediately kissed back, and he tasted amazing. After a while, you slowly pulled back.

"I-I should probably go," you nervously stood up and went to the door.

"See you tomorrow!"