How would you feel? (if I told you I loved you) ((english version))

U make me feel like I'm living a teenage dream

If someone asks Lucie how she finds herself at a terrace sipping on a milkshake along with her stranger and his cute dog she'll respond that she has no idea how that happened. A smile tugs at the corner of her mouth as she remembers the clumsy way he had introduced himself and how he attempted to ask her for drinks later on... Oh, this dog is definitely the cutest dog in all the dog kind from all over the world! She gushes around him, petting his head and scratching his ears. She has to say that her lunch break definitely improves, maybe her whole day too. Not that it was a particularly bad day, but the nurses had been distracted by all these articles and had discussed all morning what scenarios were the bests to meet their idol. That was one thing. The other thing has been the fucking radio silence all over the cardiac floor. Not a single patient had needed her help. And that's only her first day damnit. She is drowning in her own furious thoughts when a manly voice breaks the air. So the little guy name is Dodger. Well, she has that reference. His owner is a Disney kind of guy. She looks up from the adorable dog to meets the eyes of his way too charming for her own good owner. She smiles because maybe the owner is like his dog, all fluff and... STOP! Not going there, it's nor the place neither the time to lust over this man. Yes he looks good and yes, her last relationship was like three decades ago, but these aren't valuables excuses. Hum... He is starring. Does she just provoke some kind of cardiac arrest or what? A blush creeps along the column of his neck (very bitable FYI) and reaches his cheekbones and damn him for looking so cute and making her all hot and bothered. He catches himself up and crosses the distance between them in slow fucking motion! Oh my god! He takes off his sunglasses and "Guns and roses" cap. Stop playing with me! He talks again but she is too busy literally drooling over him to understand a single fucking word that leaves his so kissable lips. Maybe it has been too long since she had a little bit of action in her life... "Are you ok?" Dumb question! No she isn't because he's so charming and he doesn't seem to see that she has very impure thoughts of what he can do with these hands that are currently clipping the leash to the dog's collar. "Hum, miss? Are you alright?" She has to say something, anything because if she doesn't he's going to think that she's nuts and he'll run far from her and damnit she'll lost her chance to have FUN with this guy. Because she's sure she can dig some fun out of him. "Oh, hum, yeah, yeah I'm good thanks". GIRL! SAY SOMETHING ELSE OR HE'S GONNA SLIP THROUGH YOUR FINGERS! "Cute dog that you have there". Oh fuck, that is so dumb... She is hopeless and her ticket for fun is going to flee out of her grasp... Mortified, she hears his soft chuckle and even his fucking laugh is cute! Fuck. Me. Luckily for her, he looks at least as uncomfortable as she is. "Yep, he kind of monopolizes the attention when he's around, I'm Chris". He extends his hand towards her and she shakes it giving him her name in return. She watches with amusement as his face scrunches in an adorable frown as he tries to pronounce correctly her name, even asking her to spell it. She had had her fair share of people mispronouncing her name or switching her really french name into something more American-ish. People always finished calling her Lucy and that was unnerving."You're not from here, are you?" Nope, definitely not from here. Revealing that she is in fact french and arrived directly form Paris always meets her with the usual questions: can she make french baguette? Is she hiding a bottle of red wine under her mattress? And her favorite is definitely this one : Can she demonstrates how to French kiss? "Oh, shit sorry. I overstepped your boundaries, definitely not wanted to make you feel upset..." Argh, please Stranger Chris, stop being so fucking cute! "No, not at all, you didn't overstepped anything, I was just lost in my own head, kind of a thing with me". She winks. WHY DOES SHE WINKS TO DREAMY BLUE EYES CHRIS? And he laughs again. "And no, I'm not from around here, I'm actually directly coming from France". He raises an eyebrow, impressed. "Exchange student at Harvard". Wow, bold move girl. "Impressive, med school huh?". Yep. Pink scrubs here. Kind of embarrassing because pink isn't her color at all. She responds affirmatively even if it's kind of flagrant telling him more as he asks in what field she is particularly working on. The conversation is easy but shifts instantly when he begins stumbling over his words, his blush reappearing high on his cheeks, more vivid than the first time. He starts to shuffle on place, busying himself with the dog's leash and blurts out what he is dying to say. "I bought you a coffee this morning. At the coffee shop." He pauses, checking her reaction, and goes on. "I... I saw you sitting alone at a hum booth, and, you-" He inhales sharply, exhaling deeply to calm surely calm his nerves. "-you just kinda caught my eyes, if I may say... I don't mean it in a creepy way, please don't think I'm some kind of perv, you were just there, alone and I don't know what cross my mind!" He rambles, and that is shit cute! He chuckles again but nervously this time. So, he is the stranger that had haunted her mind all morning. That's good to know. "Do you always buy coffee to girls that caught your eyes?" That's supposed to come out as sarcastic, not flirty and filthy but to late. In all honesty, she'll not refuse an occasion to show him her french kissing talent over a free cup of coffee. Nope, not happening. "Oh god, I'm a total creep". He's actually laughing at himself, she definitely likes that. "So Chris, what can you do to make up for your unforgivable attitude?". Definitely "go bold or go home" kind of sentence. She crosses her fingers in hope that he'll play with her. His blush becomes darker and she has this strange need to touch his cheeks, just to feel his heated skin. " Oh, hum, how about, hum, milkshakes? After your shift?" Yes. She definitely can do milkshakes with him after the end of her fucking shift, that's for sure! And that's how she finds herself on a date with an almost total stranger, toying with the straw of her strawberry shake while loosing herself in the deep blue pools that were Chris' eyes. Oh, she'll not let this perfect occasion slip past her. Because she just wins the golden fucking ticket.