He couldn't take his eyes off of you, a foreign beauty.

You were new to France, moving to a quaint little town called Domme. Cute little cottages and tiny shops fitted you just fine. Taking a sweet stroll through your new home your face meets a pale back.

The man speaks French, a language you admittedly are not fluent in just yet. All you can make out is quiet frustration until he turns to you

Without missing a beat he is quiet, mumbling to himself.

"Putain, magnifique ♡"