I love a good Cophine fic! So, I thought I would give one a shot. Get ready for some fluff, smut, drama, love, and tears. P.S. My French isn't great, so bear with me on the grammar.

The bag slung across Delphine's shoulders couldn't be any heavier. It was filled with three textbooks, her computer, and various sketchbooks. However, the longer she held the bag the quicker she came to realize how unnecessary half of those things were. It was mainly the textbooks she regretted grabbing at the last second. She usually came to this café because it was quiet and perfect for jotting down a few sketches, but today she felt like it was about time she got caught up on some of her other work.

The woman in front of her was trying to order, stumbling over her words through a very bad French accent. Waiting for her to remember the word for "milk" somehow made the bag on her right shoulder, which was now definitely starting to leave a red mark, even heavier.

"Americans…" Delphine mumbled under her breath. She stepped forward and tapped the short brunette woman on the shoulder. She had long dreads that reached to the middle of her back and a dark red coat was fitted perfectly to every curve of her body. "Excusez-moi?" The smaller woman turned with a start and lifted her hand to her glasses as she adjusted their position on her face.

"Oh! Désolé! Umm… Parlez… vous… Anglais?" The shorter woman butchered almost every syllable and Delphine couldn't help but smile and let out a small chuckle.

"Oui. Yes." Delphine said with a grin and at the same time thinking that maybe Americans weren't as bad as she had thought…

"Oh thank god! Umm… could you help me order? I don't think he speaks English." She tried to hide her hand as she pointed over her shoulder at the young kid behind the counter. "I could really use a coffee fix. It's been a long and crazy day and I'm starting to drag.

"Of course. What were you trying to order?"

"Well, I'm not really sure… this is all very different from back home." The brunette turned to face Delphine and a smile slipped across her face. "I'll just have what you're having." Delphine had to turn away because she realized she was staring.

"Deux Café au lait, s'il vou plait." She said as she raised two fingers and then pulled out her wallet and handed the kid enough money for the two coffees.

"Oh no, no! You really don't have to do that." The shorter woman was waving one of her hands as she reached the other into her purse looking for her wallet.

Delphine couldn't help but giggle again. What was going on? For some reason she found this woman… charming? "No, no. It's alright. I insist." At that the brunette stopped looking for her wallet and turned back to Delphine.

"Well, in that case, who can I thank for my first coffee in Paris?" She reached out her hand and smiled. Delphine took the woman's hand and her breath caught in her throat at the touch.

"Delphine. Enchante."

"Enchante. I'm Cosima." Still smiling and still holding hands as they were unknowingly staring at each other for quite some time, they were finally separated at the sound of their coffee orders being called out.

"Would you like to join me?" Delphine asked as they walked over to grab their warm mugs. The snow softly falling outside the café windows filled the small room with a sense of calm, but for some reason the woman standing beside her made her more nervous than she had been in years.

"I would love to." Cosima said with a smile and wrapping both hands around her mug while holding it close to her chest. "It's nice to talk to someone that speaks English." She chuckled and took a seat across from the blonde. Delphine was finally able to unload the heavy bag. She shrugged her shoulders as she sat down to stretch out all the strain that was just put on her body.

"Did you just get to Paris?" Delphine asked as she took a sip of her coffee trying not to stare. Cosima's smile was so easy. It danced across her face with barely any effort and Delphine couldn't help but notice.

"Yeah, a few hours ago actually. Hence my inability to form coherent words." She relaxed back into her seat and closed her eyes as she took a sip of her coffee. Taking a deep breath and slowly opening her eyes she rested her gaze on Delphine. "This is the first time I've been able to breath all day."

"It sounds like you have had quite the trip so far."

"It has definitely been hectic. But it's nice to share some coffee with good company."

Delphine felt her cheeks instantly turn red. How could a woman she just met have this affect on her? They had barely even exchanged pleasantries and she couldn't get those glasses, that hair, that smile… out of her head. Was she even attracted to women? Well, she was attracted to this one. That much was certain.

Ignoring Cosima's comment, Delphine decided to ask another question.

"What brings you to the city of love?" What?! What was she saying?! That was the complete opposite of smooth. She couldn't think straight. Her mind was betraying her words and all she could do was try not to turn an even darker shade of red.

Thankfully Cosima chuckled. "I'm actually writing a book. My publishers decided I needed a change of scenery. So, they sent me here." She raised her hands in a grand gesture and motioned around the room.

Delphine's heart skipped a beat. A writer.

"That's pretty amazing! What made you choose Paris?"

"No, no. Enough about me. I would like to know about Delphine….?"

"Cormier."

"Yes. Delphine Cormier. What do you do?"

"Aren't you going to tell me you're last name?"

"I think that's for another time. Just like why I picked Paris." Cosima had a sly grin across her face like she was playing a game and winning. Which she was.

"Well, I'm a painter. I guess technically an "art student", but I'm getting my masters. So, unfortunately there's a lot more to do than just doodle and daydream." Delphine pointed towards her bag full of books.

"That's pretty impressive, I must admit." Cosima was leaning on the table now, inching closer to Delphine's side. She hadn't even realized that she was doing the same thing. It was like a magnetic pull was drawing them together without any objections from the two parties.

"I think you being a writer is much more impressive. I have never been good with words. I am much better at expressing things through paintings."

"I am very much the opposite." Cosima laughed. "I can barely draw a stick figure. Words are much easier for me to comprehend. As long as they are in English."

The two giggled as they took the last few sips of their coffee. "Although, I can still appreciate a good piece of art."

"I'll have to show you some of my work. Hopefully it's the kind you can appreciate." At that, they both smiled, their hands were inches from touching. But Cosima sat back in her seat, looking down at her hands on the table.

"I better get going." She said. "I haven't even made it to my apartment yet. And it looks like I might have interrupted some of your study time." Cosima pointed at the bag resting by Delphine's feet.

"I'm never against a distraction from studying." Delphine said.. Would she get to see her again?

Cosima got up from the table and slung her purse across her body. Delphine followed suit, but left her things still sitting by her feet.

"It was very nice to meet you, Cosima."

"Likewise, Delphine."

Delphine leaned forward to kiss her on the cheeks and Cosima didn't miss a beat. As she started to walk away, she turned back toward Delphine.

"You know, I think I owe you a coffee. Same place, same time tomorrow?" Cosima smiled and Delphine couldn't help but return an even bigger grin.

"Magnifique." Delphine watched as Cosima walked out the doors and down the street. She sat back down and pulled out one of her sketchbooks and began to draw, counting down the hours until she could see the brunette again.