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Post by Jeanne Grise on Apr 12, 2006 13:18:49 GMT -5
Yves looked around, slightly impatient. He hoped that Chante would show like she said she would. He had combed back his hair and wore the nicest thing he owned, making sure he looked dashing. He was slightly nervous because he had never had feelings for another girl like this before.
Turning around, he hoped Chante would not be late.
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Post by Chante on Apr 12, 2006 15:25:31 GMT -5
Chante peered around the corner of a pastry shop and saw Yves standing there. She was overcome with sudden nerves. Certainly when one was dressed up, everything seemed more important.
She had brought out her nicest clothing from what she had brought, which wasn't nearly as nice as what other, wealthier girls would have worn to such an occasion. A light, comfortable dress in pale green, which she had always worn to the Easter church services back home.
Taking a deep breath, she came around the corner, and walked towards Yves.
(She's on time! Yay! Chante's not one to be late, after all.)
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Post by Jeanne Grise on Apr 12, 2006 21:27:23 GMT -5
Yves turned and saw Chante walking towards him. His hear lept and he lost the ability to speak for the moment. Then he quickly composed himself.
"Chante! I am so glad you came. I was worried there for a moment." He bent down and kissed her cheek.
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Post by Chante on Apr 13, 2006 19:50:36 GMT -5
Chante smiled, feeling more comfortable. Surely he had agreed to come because he liked her, perhaps even as much as she liked him. That was a good sign.
"I'm not late," She laughed, unable to help from smiling foolishly. "Where are we going, then?"
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Post by Jeanne Grise on Apr 13, 2006 23:01:28 GMT -5
"I was worried you would be," he said, blushing. "I little restaraunt over here. Come on." Yves took Chante's hand as he led her to a small building. "Here we are."
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Post by Chante on Apr 14, 2006 11:44:41 GMT -5
Chante wished that it had been a longer walk to the restaurant, because holding Yves' hand was quite pleasant.
She followed Yves into the restaurant and looked around, taking in her surroundings.
(What kind of little restaurant?)
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Post by Jeanne Grise on Apr 14, 2006 11:58:47 GMT -5
(((um, small, candle light, red table cloth, live music.)))
Yves smiled at Chante as he led her to a table. He knew the owner of the restaurant and was able to pull some strings to get the best of the best.
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Post by Chante on Apr 19, 2006 8:12:47 GMT -5
((Ugh, I've replied to this like...five times! And my STUPID SCHOOL'S COMPUTERS KEEP NOT POSTING IT. ARGH. I'll reply on my off hour, i have to go to class. *dies* x.x))
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Post by Jeanne Grise on Apr 19, 2006 9:52:44 GMT -5
(((oh, ok. Have fun in class!)))
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Post by Chante on Apr 19, 2006 13:14:35 GMT -5
((Pssh, yeah. have fun in Chem. x.x))
Chante laughed with delight, spreading her hands over the tablecloth. Her eyes gleamed in the candlelight and she felt that she was smiling too much.
"It's beautiful," She assured Yves, biting her lip and trying not to continue to smile that foolish grin that she seemed so good at since she had met Yves.
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Post by Jeanne Grise on Apr 19, 2006 19:09:06 GMT -5
(((hmm, chem. I had fun in pre chem a few years back.)))
"I am glad you like it. I found this place when I first came to Paris. Whenever I get the chance, I come here. Usually alone though," Yves said with a grin. "I am glad you are here . . . with me." He thought Chante looked so beautiful when she smiled like that.
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Post by Chante on Apr 21, 2006 18:15:53 GMT -5
((Geez...you're either really smart or older than me. >.o))
Chante smiled, only turning slightly pink. She was beginning to get used to Yves' blunt emotional statements.
A waitress approached their table, holding two menus. She was pretty, with blonde curly hair, and rather full-figured. She smiled at Yves familiarly, and Chante felt instantly jealous and possessive.
"Monsieur Yves!" the waitress said warmly. "Lovely to see you again, mon cherie!"
((Lol, there's a bit of powerplaying for ya'. ^^))
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Post by Jeanne Grise on Apr 21, 2006 19:56:04 GMT -5
(((I don't take chem till next year.)))
"Gisele! Ma cherie! Please, meet Chante. We work at the opera house together. Chante, this is my bestfriend's fiancee." Yves introduced the waitress to his date.
(((hmm, nice powerplaying!)))
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Post by Chante on Apr 22, 2006 17:17:28 GMT -5
((lol, nice save. xDD))
Chante relaxed, smiling. "Bonjour, Gisele. Pleased to make your acqauintance," she said, bowing her head demurely.
Gisele nodded politely to her and handed over the menus. After a bit of small talk with Yves about the wedding plans, Gisele left the two to decide on their orders.
Chante scanned the menu, feeling a bit lost. "What do you usually get?" She asked hopelessly.
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Post by Jeanne Grise on Apr 22, 2006 17:57:10 GMT -5
"I usually get the special," replied Yves. "So, I hope you are not regretting coming." Yves looked at Chante smiling. "I have a surprise after dinner."
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