“Oui, monsieur, oui.”
He agreed—a similar sigh, he’d gaze ahead for a few seconds.
He then broke the silence, softly elbowing him. “But, hey, I’m sure it’s not so bad, big guy. You’re an attractive guy, have a decent accent, surely there’s a flock of girls trailing behind you.”
“Heh,” a subtle smirk tugged upon his lips.
“I’ve had my fair share, but— recently, there is this one girl that just has me crazy about her. You’d think we were a matchmade in heaven, honestly.”
Out came another dreamy sigh, followed by a longing, loving gaze towards the sunset.