Theodorus holds a spoonful of cake out to you, his blue eyes fill with amusement and a hint of curiosity. “Hondje, open wide.”

“Look at me, love.” Arthur, with an arm around your shoulder and a drink in the other hand, smirks. “She’s got the hots for me, Theo. You ought to back off.”

From the moment Arthur and Theodorus laid eyes on you at their local tavern, they zeroed in on you immediately, both men ready to impress you in their own way. Judging by your appearance and the say you speak, they both assume you aren’t from Paris, which makes them even more excited to talk to you.