You stretched your arms as you walked through the park. Enjoying warm spring sun, you felt so peaceful like never. You were halfway done when you heard footsteps coming from your right. You jerked your head to the side and decide to ignore it. Then you were tapped on shoulder and finally decided to look at the stranger. Or maybe not.
There stood your French friend, Francis. You shook your head with a smile and greeted him. You had to be careful round him because of his flirty nature. Men and women were falling for those sparkling eyes and you didn't really want to be one of them. You just enjoyed friendship. Yeah. Only friendship. Recently you started to feel weird being near him. And you didn't like that feeling as you knew what was that. You started to feel affection towards him and that was weird for you, because you were breaking your own laws.
"Bonjour, mon ami. What are you doing out here?" he asked, as he brought your hand to his lips. You grinned and smacked his arm. "I told you, no flirting with me!" You laughed cheerfully. "And I'm just enjoying the first spring sun. After winter it is honestly magnificent!" You were no joking. Winter was awfully cold and you were glad it had ended. "And you? Trying to find someone new to flirt with?" You added with playful smirk.
"I see… And nope, if you ask about this~" he answered smoothly. You raised your brow and cocked your head to the side. Crossing your arms on your chest, you asked "So, what are you doing in here?" "I just thought I would find you and ask you if you want to enter one test!" You raised your brows. You were honestly startled. You examined the man standing in front of you. "What test?" Francis laughed. "I was wondering if you can identify the food all over the world!" You wanted to laugh, honestly. Sounds fun, you thought. And a bit too innocent, a voice in your head added. You shook that thought off.
"Sure, I have nothing to do really now."
And so were you in his house, sitting by the table, blindfolded. You didn't try to look, as you thought it would be even more fun. You were asked to open your mouth and felt the taste of cinnamon and sugar. Along with that aroma you guessed with smirk, "Did Antonio gave you churros lately?" Francis just laughed, "Mon ami, you can look directly through one's soul! Try this one now." You felt something being put on your tongue and you tasted cream, a bit of alcohol and bitter cacao. You chuckled. "Italian Tiramisu. Was Feliciano here?" "Oui, he was. Now a special thing. Guess what is it." You waited patiently but nothing was happening. You opened your mouth to ask when you felt that someone's lips were smashed to your lips gently. You could feel the smooth taste of wine, mixed with something else. You raised blindfold from your eyes to see a certain Frenchman just two inches from your face, smiling gently. "And?" He asked as if nothing happened. You blushed and smiled.
"French wine. Red and sweet."