Buford & Brigitte
Requested by thedoreamons7
"Oh, Buford," Brigitte said as she looked at the display of cakes and cookies behind the glass. "Je pense que ca, c'est mon favourite." She finished, pointing to a black forest cake.
Buford just looked at her adoringly for a moment as he tried to formulate an answer. "Do you want anything with your cake?" He then shook his head in disbelief. I can't believe I come across as this stupid in front of her.
Brigitte smiled slightly and shook her head. "Non, juste the cake is fine." Il ya des moments penser en Français à traduire en Anglais est difficile. She then found a seat and waited for Buford.
Buford came to the table with two pieces of cake then ran back to the counter for two coffees. "Pour vous." He said as he took the seat across from her.
They talked, drank their coffees and laughed as Buford got cake all over himself. "I can't take you anywhere." Brigitte laughed lightly.
"Il est convenu, la prochaine fois que vous viendrez me rendre visite." She said to him as she stood up from the table. "Je suis d'accord avec ce que vous voulez." Buford replied.
AN: I'm sorry, I'm out of practice.