being with lyney was a dream. he was a romantic at heart and always treated you right. whenever he would visit you, he’d come with a flower and gently kiss the back of your hand, all with a loving grin.

you were at café lutece, happily sipping on the drink you’d ordered. as you place it down, there’s suddenly a piece of cake on a plate in front of you, and you recognize the figure sitting on the other chair.

“mon amour! if i’d known you would’ve been strolling around, i would have paid for your drink too!”