A request from my parabatai Madi…she loves France, so I wrote this little one shot and I'm ashamed. I absolutely HATE France, but I wrote this for her…enjoy, Little French Café! ^-^

I sat down at a table outside my favorite café. It was summer and the perfect time to eat outside. I pulled out a book and began to read as I waited for my waiter to come. It was a classy place with French influence in the food and interior design, and that was why I loved it so much. I looked out of the corner of my eye and saw a waiter coming my way. He was gorgeous to say the least, and he was coming to my table. I quickly shut the book, sat up straighter, and tried to look presentable. He pulled out a pencil and notepad and said in an extremely French accent. "Bonjour, mademoiselle. Are you ready to order?" I looked around for my menu, but it was nowhere to be seen. "I don't have a menu." He nodded saying that he would be right back with one. I felt myself blush, he was an angel; but he probably had a girlfriend who was beautiful, and who was talented and perfect just like him. "There is no way that he is single." I turned and saw him walking back with two menus in hand; he smiled and sat down across from me. "I must tell you, ze cheesecake is, well, manifique!' I smiled and asked, "Shouldn't you be working?" he smiled the most beautiful smile I had ever seen. "What is zis? Do you not want me to be 'ere?" I waved my hands. "No, it's not that, it's just…why are you sitting with me?" he leaned his head into his hand and answered with a whisper. "It's a secret mademoiselle." I felt myself blush so I hid my face with the menu. He chuckled and look at his menu. We ordered and he went back to the kitchen to deliver the order. When he returned, there were two plates with cheesecake decorated with chocolate drizzles. He placed one in front of me and the other in front of him. "Bon appetite." I took my first sweet bite, and I died and went to heaven. I tried not to eat it too quickly, so I wouldn't look like a pig, but it was a struggle. When my plate was empty he took both dishes away to be cleaned, when he came back this time he had my bill ready. He placed it in front of me and left. I put my card in the folder, signed, and waited. He took my check and came back with the folder again. I opened it to get my card and saw the receipt sitting there with a small note on it. It read: 'call me 555-6329- Francis' I looked around, but Francis was gone so I smiled, took the receipt and left.