"I think I must be," I reply, smiling at him with pink cheeks before I start to load up my own plate. His insistence that I'm some sort of prince makes me chuckle, and my expression must be hopelessly fond when I look over at him. "We can both be princes, monsieur chou."
Once our plates are loaded up, I reach into the basket to pull out a small bottle of champagne. I bought it at the grocery store so it isn't some amazing brand, but it'll do. I didn't even feel much anxiety getting it either. I'm happy enough right now, distracted enough, that I don't even feel the need to drink.
"We have to have a birthday toast," I tell him with an easy smile, hoping he'll trust me enough to not worry. The cork pops off and I laugh as I lean over to let the foam pour into the sand.
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Date: 2016-05-19 04:23 am (UTC)Once our plates are loaded up, I reach into the basket to pull out a small bottle of champagne. I bought it at the grocery store so it isn't some amazing brand, but it'll do. I didn't even feel much anxiety getting it either. I'm happy enough right now, distracted enough, that I don't even feel the need to drink.
"We have to have a birthday toast," I tell him with an easy smile, hoping he'll trust me enough to not worry. The cork pops off and I laugh as I lean over to let the foam pour into the sand.