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

There's no place like home

Breath Lucie. Deep breaths, in and out, steadily. What is happening to her? She's going on a date with a guy, she has already done that before. Damn it! Yeah, but this isn't just a guy, it's Chris, her good looking and so nice Chris. Her hands are clammy and her stomach is churning. She just has to raise her hand and knock on the door, this isn't this complicated right? Plus now, Chris is probably waiting for her and being late isn't going to make a good impression on their second date. Come on girl, you can do it. Squaring a little bit her shoulders, she knocks against the hardwood door with her left hand, the other busy flattening a non existing crease on the little black dress she is wearing. What is he doing? Has he forget? No, he sent her a text this morning, saying that he was looking forward to this evening. She had been a bit thrown of at first  by the fact that he invited her at his house for their date, explaining that he has a little bit of a problem with big crowds, but she understands him, she too is socially awkward after all, and if his goal is to murder her, her mother had forced her into joining a martial art class when she was thirteen. She hears a bark followed by the sound of a key slipping in the lock and three seconds later she is faced by Dreamy Blue Eyes Chris. Literally. She holds her breath when his irises stares right back onto hers, relishing in the calm blues and greens that floats on his eyes. Wow, he has to stop doing that because she might die by suffocation in the near future. He chuckles lightly and shit. She actually said that out loud. She hasn't done things like that since high school for god's sake! And here he is, with his stupid handsome face, unleashing all the dumb and absolutely unattractive aspects of her personality. "Bonsoir Mademoiselle ".  Has he just speak french to her? Has he just learned her native tongue so he can talk to her? Is this man even real? She has to verify, putting a hand on his impressive bicep that is currently hugged by a white shirt that looks so good on him it's unfair for the rest of the male population. She can definitely bed him, no problem at all with that. "Yep, absolutely real...". And this time, he lets out a loud and clear belly laugh, because she, again, has made a fool of herself. But because she doesn't want to be lonely in her helpless state, she raises herself on the tips of her toes and puts a kiss on his cheek, like she had done on Monday but this time as she draws back, she is satisfied to see that her lipstick is on his skin and that he looks all flushed. So that is her copping mechanism, she is really bad at these things so she'll just amplifies the fact that he's bad at it too. She winks at him, making him blush and she is so happy that it did, and takes his hand, following him through the corridor and onto a massive living room, modernly decorated with some touches of him everywhere. He helps her remove her coat, like the perfect gentleman he is, and she appreciates these attentions because Chris isn't forcing himself into doing it, they're just under his skin, maybe his mama is to thank for that. Stopping, she realizes that she hasn't greet him, blaming Chris and his blue blue eyes. "Did you learn French to impress me? Because FYI, you don't need that to impress me". And she is saying true, the way he holds himself and the way he seems so genuinely concerned by anything and everything, throwing everything he has into helping her raise funds for the pediatric wing of the hospital when she talked to him yesterday night after her shift. "I was not thinking about that, even if hearing you saying it strokes my ego in a good way, I thought that maybe you were homesick and wanted to feel at home for an evening". That is the sweetest thing somebody ( of the male population) has ever do for her. Well, the others only had attention for her boobs or her ass, because they were gentlemen like that... " So hum, you can take a sit on the couch or in front the fireplace, do what you want, I'm going to head out to the kitchen to put everything together and hoping that everything is going well". He nervously wipes his hands on the legs of his black jeans and she is relieved that she's not the only one stressing out over this date. Things can go great or bad but she really hopes that they'll choose to go great because she really likes Chris and she doesn't want to let him down. She'll do everything for this date to go as smooth at possible. And with this new resolution, she approaches the fireplace, taking place next to a sleeping Dodger and begins patting him affectionately. Yeah, it'll be fine, she'll feel at home.