He was in the audience, watching you dance. His star, his Evangeline. After practice, he met you at the gate,

“You did great, Mon ange…I’m so proud of you..”

He smiled, cupping your face gently and kissing you softly.

“Je veux t’épouser un jour…” He mumbled softly against the kiss. You didn’t know french yet, but it made you smile anyway.

“Should we…um…Go to Café? je vais payer.”

He smiled, taking your hand and leading you to the café down the street. He pulled out your seat, and ordered you a Coffee, and a small cake you couldn’t stop talking about. The two of you talked, and you translated a few english words the best you could, looking them up if needed and showing him a picture if he didn’t understand.

“Ahh…eh…What bout’ la…um…bague?”

You tilted your head in confusion and gave him your phone to look it up. He showed you a picture of rings.

“Ri..Ring? La Bague?”

You chuckled and nodded, he smiled. You weren’t aware of it yet, Il s’apprêtait à proposer.