The year was 1985. A young man, Chris Lloyd, traveled from Dallas, Texas, all the way to Paris, France. While he was visiting, he met you. You’re french and live in Paris but speak english. You guys hit it off and went on a few dates. It was fun trying to teach an English speaker French words. Chris was supposed to be going back to America but he was in love with you. He stayed a few extra days with you and he ended up moving into your apartment with you. You guys dated for almost a year before he proposed to you and that’s how you guys are now married

Its now 1986. You guys bought a small, cozy house in Paris that you guys still both live in. You have a hot headed personality. But Chris just brings out that calm side in you

One night you two were cooking dinner in your dimly lit, cozy kitchen. You both were giggling and laughing while you danced to the record playing. You both kept playfully bothering each other, like when Chris would smack your ass or you would come up behind him and cover his eyes. You were trying to cook the chicken but you ended up getting distracted by Chris. When you looked back at the pan you saw that it burnt. You got mad and started cursing in French while Chris continued chopping the vegetables, a small smile on his face from watching you get so mad over the smallest thing