Chapter 3
"Are you alright?" The pretty ginger-haired girl was visibly blushing, whether it was from the brief contact between her lips and Mattheau's, or due to her expelling air into his lungs; Mattheau would never know. "Y-yes I'm fine, thank you." Mattheau sat up, and could now clearly see this girl's face. She really was gorgeous, and her emerald green eyes made him blush a little in return. "Oh I was so scared!" The girl threw her arms around him and hugged him tight. "I guess head-on collisions are quite the matchmaker." Mattheau thought to himself as he felt his heart beat fast and hard in his chest. After the girl let go she brushed herself off and helped Mattheau to his feet.
"I'm Félicie." The girl said, while shaking Mattheau's hand. Her hand felt soft and warm, Mattheau thought, but her clothes seem a little tattered. "I-I'm Mattheau." He babbled out a response, struggling to maintain a straight face. "Again, I am so, so sorry about running into you like that, I wasn't looking where I was going," Félicie said.
"No, no it was my fault!" Mattheau quickly replied, "I should've looked both ways before leaving my house," he sheepishly added. "Oh stop it, you." Fèlicie giggled as she playfully slapped his hand. Thankful that some tension had been released, Mattheau chuckled and looked around. However, when he looked back to Fèlicie, that's when he saw his ticket to her heart.