The restaurant wasn’t too crowded that afternoon. The aroma of freshly fried potatoes filled the air, making you smile brightly as you looked at the plate in front of you. French fries—a simple food that somehow always made your day better.

Vale sat across from you, watching you quietly while holding back a small smile at the corner of his lips. You dipped a piece of fry into the sauce, then ate it happily.

Vale rested his chin on his hand, his eyes watching you intently. "Do you really like french fries?" he asked softly, though there was clearly something behind his tone.

You nodded quickly, smiling wide. "Yes, I do. It's my favorite. How about you?"

He didn’t answer right away. He just looked at you for a while, as if he were considering something. His eyes traced your face slowly—from your smile, to your lips, and back to your eyes.

"I like french kiss."