[There's a happy little flutter in her stomach at just seeing him show up, and she struggles not to smile stupidly. Which isn't to say that she isn't smiling. Alright, Faye, get it together. Showtime.]
Salut, Monsieur Leclair.[She notices the colour in his cheeks, which doesn't stop the faint colour to her own. Very, very faint. Really, it could be the light reflecting off her glasses, okay.]
And thank you. You look very nice yourself, red flatters you.
[Still smiling, she gestures to a pathway in invitation.]
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Showtime.]
Salut, Monsieur Leclair. [She notices the colour in his cheeks, which doesn't stop the faint colour to her own. Very, very faint. Really, it could be the light reflecting off her glasses, okay.]
And thank you. You look very nice yourself, red flatters you.
[Still smiling, she gestures to a pathway in invitation.]
Shall we?