There's a teeny tiny bit of French in here that I think I got right, but I'm not sure because I'm not amazing at French. Sorry if it's wrong, haha.

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Sat in the front passenger seat of Victor's car, Camille smiled as she looked at the passing scenery. He was driving her to her flat so she could change before they went to work together. Her neck was still sore and was now covered in nasty purple bruises, but against Victor's protesting, she was determined to go into work and not spend the day at home recovering. She'd just wear a scarf to cover the bruises, she decided. Thinking back to this morning, she realised that it was probably the first morning in a long time that she'd actually been in a good mood…

"Camille," she heard Victor saying as he gently shook her awake. "Come on, if you want me to drive you to yours then you need to get up, sweetie. Come on."

"Non," she moaned in French. "Soyez tranquille!"

"No, I won't be quiet," he chuckled, surprising her by understanding what she said. "I'm guessing you're really not a morning person, huh?"

"No," she mumbled. "And how did you understand me, anyway? I thought you didn't know much French."

"I don't," he replied. "But there's this website online that teaches you. Thought I might as well learn the language seeing as I don't know how long I'll be here, and because my Soulfinder's French," he said proudly. "Now, are you going to get up on your own?"

"No," she pouted and buried her face in the cushion.

"I guess I'll just have to get you up then," he said in a wicked tone.

Before she knew it, Victor had pulled the duvet off, and considering she was only in her underwear and a t-shirt of Victor's, the chilly air made her shiver. But still, she refused to get up and continued burying her head in the cushion, trying to force herself to get back to sleep. When Victor tutted in mock disapproval, she could just imagine him stood there shaking his head, and couldn't help the giggle that escaped from her lips.

Suddenly, she felt Victor's hands on her waist and within a second, he had lifted her into the air and thrown her over his shoulder.

"What are you thinking about?" Victor asked, casting a sidelong glance at her. "You're smiling to yourself."

"This morning," she grinned. "It's been a few years since I've had somebody there to wake me up in the morning. That's why I'm always late to work, it takes me forever to drag myself out of bed," she laughed.

Victor chuckled and said, "I'm the opposite. I'm an early bird, I never sleep in. At least when we live together, I'll be there to make sure you're awake on time."

Camille smiled, her usual confidence suddenly gone. Feeling shy was something she hadn't felt since she was a young teenager; it scared her, in a way. But in a good way. "We're going to live together one day?"

"Of course. Now that we've found each other, that's it. We're together for life," he said sternly.

"I know," she nodded. "It's just all so surreal, still. How will it work though? I live in Paris, you live in Wrickenridge."

Victor's eyebrows furrowed together as he stared out at the road ahead of them, the roads and sidewalks already filling up with people on their own way to work or school. "One of us will have to move," he finally said. "We've got time yet anyway, we don't have to decide anything right now. But I guess eventually we'll have to talk about our future together."

"Okay, yeah," she agreed. "There are a few things I want us to talk about too, but this probably isn't the right time. Turn left here," she ordered him, giving him the directions to her flat. "Just park on the corner here, my flat's in that building there."

After parking the car, Victor said, "we could talk about the future and that tonight if you want? I'll take you out for dinner or something," he grinned.

"Okay," she replied, her heart pounding in her chest at how beautiful he was when he smiled like that. "Uhm, just wait here. I'll be quick, then we can just go straight to work."

Later that day, Camille had a few minutes spare, so just like she often did, she invited Eloise into her office for coffee and a chat. The girls were both always listening out for office gossip and loved a chit-chat about it, but recently they hadn't had time to because of the massive case they were working on, and Camille hadn't had a chance to listen out for the gossip.

When she asked Eloise what everybody was talking about, the younger girl laughed. "You and Victor, of course!"

Camille's eyes nearly bugged out of her head. She always kept her private life, well, private, so she was never the centre of the gossip. Until recently, nobody had even know much about her family, let alone her relationship. "What?! Why?!"

"You really can't figure that out?" Eloise replied sarcastically. "Hmm, let me think… A hot American comes here to help on a case, and stuns everybody by being the boss' Soulfinder. Everyone's seen you both leaving together at lunch every day, and laughing together all the time. Everyone's talking about how adorable you are together! And they're wondering if he'll soften you up a bit, so you're not such a heartless, mean boss," she joked, winking.

Camille rolled her eyes. Now that she thought about it, she wasn't surprised that the office gossip was about her and Victor; if she was in their position, she'd be gossiping about it too. She sighed happily and blushed as she said, "he is hot though, isn't he?"

"Very!" Eloise answered, causing both girls to fall into a fit of giggles. "You're a very lucky girl, Camille. So, have you two… You know…" She waggled her eyebrows suggestively.

"No!" Camille gasped with a laugh, before suddenly turning serious. "Unfortunately not," she sighed. "I stayed at his last night, but we didn't do anything. He saw me in my underwear when I changed into one of his shirts, but turned his eyes away quickly as if he didn't want to look at me. We haven't even kissed yet! I don't know, maybe he just doesn't want me… But then, this morning, he said that we're for life and he wants us to have a talk about our future together. He's sending out so many mixed signals, Eloise. It's making my head a mess."

Eloise was silent for a moment as she pondered this. "It's probably not that he doesn't want you. You're a very attractive woman, Camille, even I can tell that and I'm completely straight. Do you have any idea how many guys in this office are lusting over you?" She snickered a little. "Maybe he's just a little shy when it comes to that stuff?"

"No," she shook her head. "It can't be that. He told me that when he was younger, he was known as a bit of a ladies man and slept around a lot. He's kind of ashamed of how he used to be and he hasn't been like that for a few years, but I don't think he'd be shy about that with me…"

"Well maybe it's because he knows it'll be special with you because you're his Soulfinder. Or maybe you really just don't do anything for him," she said mockingly.

Camille smirked and shook her head. "Guys are so complicated. I mean, I'm not one of those girls obsessed with sex, but it's nice to feel wanted. I never catch him checking me out like other guys do, and that bothers me - I hate other guys checking me out, but it'd be nice to know that my bloody Soulfinder is attracted to me! I know we haven't technically known each other that long, but it feels like we have, you know? Apparently Victor's brother Yves married his Soulfinder about a week after they met. I'm not saying I want to get married right now, I'd just like to know that he does actually want me..."

"Tell him that then," Eloise suggested. "Obviously don't just come straight out with it, just kind of, hint at it, you know."

"Okay," Camille nodded. "I can do that. Tonight. He's taking me out for dinner so we can talk about our future. I'm terrified. I agree that we need to have the talk, but what if I find out that he doesn't want the same things as me? And then we have to decide if he's moving to Paris permanently, or I'm moving to Wrickenridge. It's not like we can exactly have a long-distance relationship; it'll hurt us both to be apart for so long, that's how it is with Soulfinders."

"Don't think about all that now and cause yourself unnecessary worry," Eloise said gently. "What are you wearing tonight?"

"No idea. I don't know where he's taking me, so I don't know the dress code."

"Ooh, I know!" Eloise grinned. "I'll find Victor after I've finished that filing work and tell him he should take you to that new restaurant that opened up. You know, the one with the great view of the Eiffel Tower? Yeah, everyone dresses real fancy there, so he'll have to wear a suit or tux, and it's a chance for you to show him how well you scrub up!"

"But I don't have anything elegant enough for that place," Camille moaned.

"We'll go shopping straight after work and I'll help you pick something nice out. And once he sees you, he will definitely be checking you out," she laughed.