"How was your meal?", I asked Kylian as he drove through the busy streets of Paris. It was the following day and we were going for a nice meal. Tomorrow was the last game of the season before the start of the preparations of the World Cup.
"It was good", he replied.
"Who was you with?", I asked intrigued since he hadn't spoke one word of it since he got back.
He looked at me and chuckled, probably because I was asking so many questions. "Just a friend".
"Nice", I said with pursed lips as we looked I looked out the window. "So which restaurant are we going to?".
"A nice one", he said.
I looked at him and raised my eyebrow. "A nice one?", he nodded.
"Yes stop asking so many questions", he laughed. I rolled my eyes and chuckled slightly as he rested one leg on my thigh as he continued to drive through the busy streets.
Once we arrived at the restaurant, he held my hand as he helped me out the car as we were brought to our seats. Another dimly lit booth at the back of the restaurant, which was very packed.
"This is nice", I gushed looking around.
He smirked. "Told you", I glared at him as the waiter went to get us a bottle of wine. "You should try snails".
I looked at him bluntly. "Not a chance".
"Why? They're nice", he shrugged. Ew. I honestly couldn't think of anything worse than putting a fucking snail in my mouth. EW.
"You know how picky I am", I laughed. "Ooo they have duck, wait why doesn't my menu say how much things cost?", I asked looking at the menu which didn't have a price list next to the food. Glancing over at Kylian's menu, his had all the prices on.
"Because I'm paying", he said like it was nothing as I caught sight of the prices which was...bloody ridiculous. I'm pretty sure I just saw one steak was €400. What the hell was this restaurant. "You don't get to see the prices, only one person gets to see the price menu and that's the person that's paying".
"This is crazy", I said a little stunned yet he was completely unphased by it.
After ordering our food, which I had no idea the cost of, I watched Kylian put his elbows on the table and rest his head on his hands and look at me. God that was intimidating. "What?", I laughed as he continued to look at me with a little smile on his face.
"You look so good tonight", he said.
"Don't I never look good anytime else?", I joked
"Never", he laughed. "So, how's life going?".
Was it just me or what he being weird? "Good?", I replied confused at his choice of words. "Your being weird".
"I'm not being weird", he said which made me even more confused. GOD I was confused. "Are you coming to the game tomorrow?".
"Of course", I frowned."It's the last one, right?".
He nodded looking around the restaurant a little nervously. Right he was definitely being weird. "Are you alright?", I chuckled.
"Oui (Yes), Are you?".
"Yeah", I laughed. I took out my phone. "Smile", I said pointing my camera to him as he smiled cutely. "You know I do like your hair blonde".
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