(Alfred's POV)
I sat in the creaky computer chair, that always got caught in my carpet in my office. Damn! It's hard work being the Hero! I rubbed my sore eyes, glad that I was finally done with that huge stack of...stupid paperwork. I leaned back and sighed a sigh of relief.
"Ah...now for some heroic sleep..."
I closed my eyes , and as soon as I did so, I felt my phone buzz, and my awesome national anthem play. I leaned forward and eyed the phone, seeing the name 'Francis' A blush spread across my face...I mean... I suddenly got hot...hero's don't blush...I quickly answered it, trying to sound as cool as possible.
" 'Ey! How's it going man?"
I heard a chuckle on the other line.
"Bounjor mon ami!~ Are you busy tonight?" 'That's strange..' I thought to myself.
"U-uh.. I'm free.. why do 'ya wanna know?" A million thoughts flashed my head at once.
"I'm coming over then if your not busy!" The phone line went dead, and I stood there for a minute thinking.
"...SHIT! I HAVEN'T SHOWERED YET TODAY!" I quickly ran to the showers and strapped down, from my spiderman pajamas. When the hot water hit me, I was in heaven. I couldn't have felt anything better...besides Francis's skin... I MEAN... juicy hamburger buns...I quickly washed myself and hopped out, almost slipping on the floor. I wrapped a towel around myself, and smiled, I ran out into my beed room, and froze, not expectiong what I saw.
"Bounjor, Alfred..."