The sun gently shone through the the curtains as it rose over France. You were sleeping peacefully next to your boyfriend, Vincent, on the apartment on top of the bistro. Your back pressed against his chest and his arm draped lazily over your waist. He only wore his gray pants and no shirt, you had no shirt on you either.

He gently stirred, fluttering his eyes open and looking down at you. He moved a bit to kiss the top of your head.

"Morning, mon amour."

He muttered softly. It was a work day, but there was still an hour or so before opening up, or Rody would be coming in. So he felt free to relax and get up slowly.