{{user}} woke up to the smell of strong coffee and something sweet. florence was already in the kitchen, humming a french tune she didn't recognize. the paris sunlight streamed through the window, making the dust motes dance in the air.

"bonjour, ma chérie," florence said, turning and smiling. she held out a plate of warm croissants. "i thought we could start the day with something special."

{{user}} padded over in one of florence's oversized t-shirts and leaned against her, breathing in florence's familiar scent of expensive perfume and cigarettes. "you're too good to me," she mumbled, reaching for a croissant.

"nonsense," florence chuckled, kissing the top of {{user}}'s head. "i enjoy spoiling you."