a/n: thank you for the support, this is part 2/3 of this fic. enjoy!

Part II

Erina was not looking forward to the shoot today, it had been a busy week for her and no doubt for him, but there was a part of her that was unsettled. She supposed she was being silly, it most definitely had nothing to do with the fact that she was slightly eager to see him again, even if it made her nervous. After what had occurred the last time they were on a set together, she wasn't sure what to expect for today, she wasn't sure if she could continue to remain unaffected.

Her violet eyes darkened with an expression that almost frightened Hisako who was taking note of the strange way that her usually immaculately blank face was marred with an unfamiliarity. Although, upon closer inspection, she realized that she had seen this expression on Erina's face which was almost always correlated with a certain redhead. As much as her childhood friend didn't want to admit it, Erina was always affected by Sōma, whether its anger, annoyance, disappointment, or in recently, embarrassment. It seemed that the famed Ice Princess was not truly made of ice, and even though Hisako always knew that Erina for all her faults was someone who cared deeply, it would surprise others.

But it was obvious to the pink-haired secretary that why Erina was so affected by the presence of Sōma, the woman in question was very much oblivious. All she knew was that the thought of him would fill her with a mixture of anxiety and nervousness, emotions that she had learned to cast away at a very young age.

. . .

Sōma wasn't sure what was wrong with him, the shade of violet seemed to haunt his life for the past few weeks. No matter where he looked, there always seemed to be something of that specific shade that made him hesitate for a moment, and although he had been called dense many times, he wasn't that dense. However, although he knew that the source of this new obsession of his was caused by none other than the Nakiri princess that he had been spending more time with.

It was almost unfair when he had first entered the realm of 'high' fashion he had been mercilessly torn apart by the woman through an interview in the most popular magazine at the time. Being written off as nothing more than a kid who played with gimmicks who simply got lucky, Sōma had decided at that moment that he would make her eat her words.

Thus, when the two had met for the first time at a fashion gala Sōma was intent on telling her how wrong she was, here he was, invited to one of the most prestigious events. There would be no way she would be able to say anything to that.

Unfortunately, he never had the chance to get a word in when he approaches the breathtaking Nakiri Erina who was in her element and radiating more elegance than any single human being present. Missing his chance, he watched with a sinking stomach as her carefully reddened lips parted and dismissive words began to flow. And it was then that he decided he was going to show her that he could not be dismissed, that he had just as much as a right to a place in this world.

Most importantly, Sōma could not wait for the day that she had no other choice but to admit that he was better. As time passed, this became less and less of concern to the free-spirited redhead but after their unexpected 'partnership' courtesy of Alice, he finds himself more and more unsure of what exactly he felt towards the violet-eyed heiress. But as he approaches the shooting area, he cannot shake off the feeling of anticipation that coils itself around his spine.

. . .

Contrary to the usual fare, Alice tells them immediately what kind of scene they would be shooting today which was already different. Unlike the previous shoots that took place within a spacious studio, they were outside in a beautiful park that had been reserved for the day by Alice herself. The park itself was impressively large with different sections, there was a small man-made pond in the centre with an adorable gazebo nearby. There were multiple flower gardens as well as a small hedge maze along with many beautifully sculpted and trimmed trees.

The first shoot was going to be the simplest as it required little to no effort in creating an atmosphere, it was a goodbye not a breakup. Then again, it would have been impossible for Sōma and Erina to act as if they were breaking up, the emotions required for that would have been out of reach for Erina who had never even been in love. Thus, after being dressed by Alice, she stepped out of the small temporary changing stall with hesitant steps.

She did not want to admit that her heart skipped a beat in her chest, but she couldn't deny the way her eyes couldn't seem to move off of him. Perhaps it is because she hadn't seen him in a while that she was so stunned, but it didn't change the fact that she stood there like a fool. Objectively, the outfit was quite plain with a simple woolen sweater and trench coat but there was something quite magnetizing about it.

Sōma for his part was quite oblivious to everything; his mind was preoccupied with the way that the shoot was supposed to go; he wanted to make sure that there was nothing that Erina could say that he did wrong. Of course, if she truly wanted to nitpick there would be no use doing anything, but he was hoping that she had retained some of the playfulness that was present last time.

When they are finally told that everything was ready, Erina took a deep breath and strode in front of the camera where Sōma was waiting, dark red hair gently ruffled by the cool spring breeze. As per usual, Alice told them what they were supposed to be doing and without so much of word of greeting, Erina gets into position. Sōma who usually would have used such a thing to start some banter is all business today and follows her lead.

The two models stand back to back and look downwards as if just agreeing to a split standing in front of a large maple tree that had yet to bud with leaves. The scene was quite desolate, and Alice seemed to have no issues with the pictures; suddenly Sōma grabs her hand and Erina was two seconds from exploding when she catches Alice's gaze.

Her white-haired cousin looked very happy with this change and so she couldn't do anything but to grit her teeth and endure it. But there was a part of her that liked it, his hand was warm and wrapped around her smaller one. Sōma had no idea why he did it, perhaps he just wasn't thinking, but it seemed right somehow. Her soft little hand fit nicely in his, slender fingers interlocking gently with his own and mind elsewhere he slowly tightened his grip. Unbeknownst to him, a small smile began to form on his lips, ruining the entire mood of the shoot which was supposed to be a bitter parting.

Erina caught Alice's signal and without a second thought retracted her hand from Sōma's grip before lifting her chin and readying to start walking away from Sōma as instructed by Alice. However, she had only taken a few steps to realize that her 'partner' was still standing there due to the lack of sound other than her footsteps, making her turn around to see that Sōma had remained in the same position.

"Perfect!" Alice's voice carried over a significant amount of the park, her pale eyes were glimmering with excitement as she looked at the photos and, in her happiness, ran onto the set before clapping a hand onto Sōma's shoulder. "You are too good at this."

Sōma's eyes were still slightly dazed when she complimented him and because Alice was no dense block of Erina, she had a good idea as to what the situation was. She tiptoed so that her lips were close to his ear, "How much of that was acting?"

His cheeks flushed at the implication and resolutely decided to not to respond to her teasing, but the question was something that he had been asking himself. Why had he taken her hand, and most of all, why hadn't she shaken it off?

While he had been musing about this strange turn of events, Erina's gaze hadn't strayed from his figure since Alice had declared the shoot finished. As she watched Alice lean in flirtatiously into his ear and the slight reddening of his cheeks, a bitter taste was left on her tongue. She wanted to be unaffected by the scene, but it seemed that she couldn't help feeling annoyed by the thought of the two of them being together. Any further analysis of why this might be was stubbornly shoved away. Wanting to make some distance from the source of her ire, she retreats to the small stall reserved for her in the building rented out for the day.

Resting her head in her hands, Erina wonders if she was pathetic; she knew that there was nothing between the two of them but for some reason, her mind does not want to think rationally. If there was anything beyond business between Alice and Sōma, she would know and Alice herself has a significant other. But why was her chest so heavy when she watched them interact? Shaking her head, she decides to just get through this photoshoot. After all, couldn't she simply avoid him once this job was over?

Taking a deep breath, she gently claps her hands over her cheeks and quietly mumbles, "I can do—"

"Oh cousin~!" Alice's singsong-y voice was right outside of her stall and Erina immediately snaps to attention, hoping that she hadn't heard her. "It's time for your shoot, Yukihira is already done for the day."

Had she been in here for so long? Erina shook her head slightly, the individual shoots were going to be fast, it was just a single change into a new outfit. It still should have taken at least half an hour, but she elected not to ask Alice as she came into the room and told her to change into a dress.

. . .

A bright red woolen coat was resting on Erina's bare shoulders, almost over shadowing the plain white dress she wore beneath it but instead complimenting it instead. Her hair was brushed out and shining brilliantly underneath the sunlight, soft curls swinging gently as she stepped up to the small pavilion. The task was extremely easy, don't look into the camera and don't look happy.

Erina wanted to laugh at the instructions that seemed suspiciously vague, after all, Alice had shown to be extremely rigorous when it came to the mood of the photos. So this seemed very out of character, nonetheless, she didn't question the demand and stood so that her arms rested on one of the edges of the pavilion. Staring outwards into the distance, she schooled her expression into nonchalance and waited a few moments.

Sōma really wasn't the type to stare, truly, but there was something so ethereal about her at that moment, so impossibly beautiful but just as lonely. It was almost as if she only held her head up because there was no one to witness when it hung low as if there was never a moment that it had hung heavily from her difficulties. Somehow, his goal had changed, rather than forcing her to acknowledge that he was better, it became more a want to stand with her.

Because although she was cool and had a tongue that could make the strongest of men feel worthless, Sōma had seen something else in these past few days. That Erina that everyone thought of as the Ice Princess was not made of ice at all, she was likely more passionate than anyone he knew. He wasn't sure exactly what he felt about her, but he knew that it wasn't purely platonic, after all, more than anything he had wanted to kiss her that day.

. . .

Paris Fashion Week was one of the few 'mandatory' events that Erina had to attend because of her status that she genuinely enjoyed. While it was never truly perfect, it was wonderful to be surrounded by something that she truly enjoyed and gaze upon the runway models with a hint of jealousy. Even though she had the 'commercial' modeling world, she was too short and curvy to make it as a runway model, making her give up on that dream early on. Regardless, it was a wonderful time to speak with designers and fellow models and a terrible time avoiding the ones that she could do very well to never breathe the same air with.

But although she wouldn't be in the spotlight of the runway, she was one of the focal points of all the cameras in any event after the walks as well as any presentations where she was the representative for the brand. It was fortunate that she didn't agree to even half of the offers for her to be their face, or else she would have had to find a way to be in five different places at once. Nevertheless, she was up and running the entirety of the event, talking to designers, interviewers, and other fellow people in the industry. Even if most of the conversations were tedious and horribly dry with people either trying to kiss up to her or tell her discreetly how she didn't work for her position, there were the rare ones that could bring a genuine smile to her face.

Clad in a slim leather jacket and contrasting blouse and slacks, Erina was the picture of put together and beautiful. Of course, it was all given to her by the fashion house that she was currently working for, so it wasn't her work entirely, what was her work was the way that everyone flocked to the exhibit. By the last day, she was more than ready to just go back home and rest for two days straight, but then something happens or rather Sōma happens.

She knew he was here; it would only be by a massive mistake that he wasn't because he was associated with a few brands as well. Not in the way that Erina was of course, but through either past campaigns or projects, Sōma was going to be a big part of Fashion Week. And no one seemed to shut up about him, while she drew in many people to events with her name tagged onto them, he did not lose out by much. It wasn't until she realized that he had been doing some live shoots that she realized why people were so eager to see him in action.

As she waited for Hisako to pick her up from the last venue of the day, something else shows up instead, or rather a redhead in a Vespa shows up. He too was outfitted in a leather jacket, but the resemblance stopped there as his clothing was much more casual. Ripped black jeans and a short-sleeved tee that had a brand name printed stylishly on it.

"Yo," Sōma greeted, wild hair even more messed up after he ran his hands through it, "What're you up to?" Gently killing the engine of the rented vehicle that had taken him across the city for the past few days, he notices the tired look in her eyes.

"Going home," Erina replied, fighting the urge to cross her arms over her chest, "And sleeping for two days straight."

The youthful grin on his face was at odds with the pinched frown on hers as he teases, "So boring, why don't go have some fun? Since you have two days off anyway, you might as well spend it in an actually worthwhile way."

"I have better things to do than cavorting around, once I get back to Japan I'll have to start planning and organizing the next few weeks," Erina tilted her chin haughtily, "Unlike some people, I like to ensure that my life is well ordered."

"You know what I call that?" Sōma's eyes sparkled with energy that seemed to emanate from his very being, golden irises glinting happily in the setting sun, "Boring. Come on, you're in Paris for Christ's sake! Have some fun, live a little."

The strawberry blonde huffed while rolling her eyes, "You act like I've never been in Paris before."

Sōma leans casually onto the handlebars of the Vespa, head tilted slightly as he speaks, "Let's be honest; you don't have to pretend that you've been in the street markets or strolled around without the aid of your limo." He raises an eyebrow, daring her to contradict his words.

And she can't. Erina has only been at the 'must-see' sites in Paris, and never without an entourage ensuring that everything was perfect for her viewing, forget strolling down the Seine, it was more of an Eiffel Tower to the Louvre to the airport sort of thing. Her eyes are pensive as she stares down at her heel clad feet, wondering where exactly he was going with this.

"I could be your tour guide," Sōma's grin was wide and inviting, the perfect smile to swoon over, "I promise it'll be worth your while." At this he extended a hand fitted in a fingerless glove, waiting for her response with bated breath, his heart thumping loudly in his chest. He was waiting for her quick refusal and sharp dismissal, but to his surprise and pleasure, a pair of luminous violet eyes met his tentatively. He didn't think it was possible, but his heartrate increased, even more, hoping against all odds that she would agree.

"But Hisako is still coming to pick me up, it would also be terribly irresponsible of me—" Erina is cut off by a much too enthusiastic deflection of her flimsy excuses.

"I'm sure your secretary would have no problems with taking the evening off, I'm sure she deserves the rest. And to hell with responsibilities, I'm sure you've been saddled with enough of them these past few days, it's about time you let them go," he didn't waste a second and immediately reached for the extra helmet he rented for this exact, improbable situation. "Catch."

Erina caught it reflexively, a mildly beaten up and entirely unsanitary helmet lay in her hands as she contemplated doing what he suggested. While normally she would have never fallen into such temptation, the mixture of never-ending stress and the way that the setting sun wreathed him in golden light pushed her to shove the thing over her head and slide into the seat he allocated for her.

"Hold on tight," Sōma told her before starting up the vehicle and driving into the distance with a princess holding onto his midsection for dear life. But even if said princess did yelp when he first shot off, she couldn't deny that she hadn't felt so alive in a long time.

. . .

So many people, was the first thought that crossed Erina's mind when they arrived at the market and made their way closer to where all the hustle and bustle was. She hadn't ever been in a crowd where people were pushing and shoving each other all whilst calling out to friends or vendors, if it wasn't for the easy smile on Sōma's face, she could almost admit to being intimidated. Following in his sure footsteps, she wonders what could possibly be so entertaining about this decidedly crowded place.

"Is this what I've been missing out?" Erina asked offhandedly, "I almost feel fortunate."

Sōma wasted no time and snatched her hand from her side, cheeky smile on his lips as he replied, "You haven't even experienced it yet, counting the chickens before they hatch, aren't ya?"

She flushes a delightful pink, "Alright, fine. Lead the way, tour guide." As soon as these words leave her mouth, she's virtually dragged into the market by an overenthusiastic redhead that began darting from stall to stall like an industrious bee. Even if she did want to call him out on taking her hand, she elected not to. Of course, it made sense that he would, given how terribly full this area was, definitely not because it was pleasant in any sense.

One of the first stalls that Sōma actually stops at is filled to the brim with fresh fruits, mainly apples that glowed with rich reds, yellows, and greens. He greeted that young woman manning the shop with a bright bonjour and to her shock, spoke in fluent French inquiring the price of the apples.

After purchasing two, he hands one to her, "This mademoiselle always has the best apples in this entire market, they have a je ne sais quoi [1], a freshness to them? You won't regret it."

The young woman looked at the two startling beautiful people with a look of curiosity, Sōma had only really come alone before so understandably she inquired, "Vous n'avez pas dit que vous avez une petite amie, elle était tellement belle!" [2]

Erina, who could speak French, was understandably was embarrassed by the words and didn't know if she should correct the vendor of the misconception when Sōma simply thanks her and begins pulling Erina to the next destination. The woman that is currently being pulled is slightly confused at his actions but soon she's distracted by the next stall that was filled with little trinkets and small paintings being manned by an elderly gentleman. As she bit into the apple, the crisp sweetness floods her mouth and she can't help but to let out a small exclamation of surprise.

"Delicious, right?" Sōma tugs her slightly closer, "Definitely one of the best apples I've ever had; but wait till you've seen the boulangerie stalls. They have the best bread and close by is the place with the freshest jam, that is truly a trip for your taste buds."

"How come you speak French so well?" Erina asks the question had been niggling at the back of her mind for the past little while. As far as she knew, Sōma had been born and raised in Japan so contact with French should have been close to nil.

The redhead shrugs offhandedly, preoccupied with a new stall that was filled with tiny baskets of raspberries, "My agent slash mentor is based in France, so when he first took me on, he brought me here for a few months. Picked up the language then, it made life a lot easier if I could speak French."

"Oh," was the response, Erina realized that there were many things that she didn't know about this man and she wasn't sure what exactly she felt about it. There was a surprisingly large part of her that was willing to know more about him and enjoy his company, and for once she decides to go with that. She then realized that there was no one watching her, scrutinizing her every move and waiting to criticize; no one cared if she threw her hands into the air and yelled at the top of her lungs (not true, people would probably be concerned). But it was as if a weight she never knew existed had been lifted and bounds that were restricting her had dissolved into nothingness. Her lips lifted slowly into a smile that would have rivaled Aphrodite herself and her eyes were soft with happiness.

When Sōma finishes perusing the wares and had decided against purchasing, he turns to lead Erina to the next stall that he frequented on his trips to this market, only to feel like he's been hit in the chest. Even though her gaze wasn't directed towards him, she radiated a beauty that would have bewitched anyone who looked; his hand unconsciously tightened its hold on hers. It was when he saw this expression that any anxiety or lack of surety of his feelings faded, although the 'usual' Erina was fun to tease and even more fun to compete against, it was this Erina that made him want to hold onto her and never let go.

"Next stop~!" Determined to have a fun evening, Sōma begins to tug her towards the next vendor that he was familiar with. Surprisingly, Erina didn't say anything in response and simply allowed herself to be towed away by him.

. . .

"I am not wearing those shoes!" Erina refused vehemently, expression cross as Sōma waved a pair of decidedly ugly sneakers in front of her. "Not only do they clash terribly with my outfit, but they are an absolute nightmare."

Sōma argued in response, "But you can't possibly wear heels for the rest of the evening, we've already done a lot of walking and the stroll by the Seine is very much walking. Don't be silly."

"You're the silly one," Erina retorted, huffy at his insult as she scanned the modest store for something else to wear, "I didn't say that I didn't want to change my shoes, but the ones that you're holding up are unwearable."

"What's wrong with them?" Sōma frowned, the loud patterns and obnoxious colouring fit well with his idea of street fashion.

Erina just shook her head before pointing to a pair of neat white oxford shoes that matched the white leather of her jacket, "I'll take those in my size." Really, the redhead could be terribly dense when it came to women's fashion, or rather women's fashion that Erina liked. After slipping the shoes on, she lets out a sigh of relief internally; no matter how used to stilettos she was, walking for extended periods of time was not something she could get used to. Frankly, her tolerance was already sky-high, but a full day of walking and standing? She'd like to keep her ankles and toes, thank you very much.

Secretly he thought that her choice made a bit more sense, it was just that he automatically thought of sneakers when it came to comfortable shoes. "Let me get them for you."

"Why?" Erina tilted her head slightly in question, "Don't worry about it, you know that I'm more than able to buy this for myself. Besides, you've been buying everything that we've been eating, at least let me purchase this."

"Today is my treat," he smiled warmly at her, "It was my idea to bring you out here, I should make sure that you're having a fun time."

Erina's cheeks pinkened, dewy skin flushed delicately as she looks down shyly. This seemed more and more like a date. "It's not a date, you don't need to feel the need to do this for me."

As soon as the words left her lips, she regretted them because she realized that she wanted it to be a date and Sōma's once bright grin dimmed quite obviously. It was times like these that made her rue the fact that she was so terribly inadept in these situations, she never thought she would like the company of someone else so much.

Sōma's chest felt tight and stuffy as he mulled over her words, he had hoped that perhaps she wouldn't mention it and they could simply each think of the evening as whatever they liked. Initially, he wanted to brush it off as a joke but when he glanced at the expression of nervousness and hesitancy on her face, he decided to take a chance.

"What if I wanted it to be?" his heartbeat pounded behind his ears, she could so easily crush his heart right now. This vulnerability was something new to the ever-impervious Sōma who kept himself safe from hurtful words. But it was worth it, the way that Erina's violet eyes immediately locked onto his with a glint that seemed very much like hope, the soft happiness returned to her gaze. She lowered her gaze and fiddled with her hands as she summoned the courage to respond.

"Then you should have said so earlier," she mumbled quietly, a sweet little smile slips onto her lips as she looks him in the eyes and continues, "I would have said yes."

. . .

The two of them thoroughly enjoyed the next few hours, jumping from one place to the next all on Sōma's Vespa that raced nimbly through the traffic. As the evening went on, Erina felt more and more free, relishing in the banter she shared with Sōma and even being the instigator of more than a few of their 'spats'. She couldn't remember a time that she had so much fun, so this time was only more precious.

In one hand was a cup of fresh ice cream while the other was firmly intertwined with her 'tour guide's; the two of them were ending their day with a slow walk down the Seine. The sky had finally darkened but the lights provided enough for them to get by. They were by no means alone, there were a number of other couples that seemed to have the same idea.

"Thank you," Erina broke the comfortable silence, "I had a lot of fun today, even though I was sure it wasn't going to be. I really appre—" here her throat closes up, embarrassment and nervousness preventing her from continuing.

Throwing the finished ice cream cup away, the two of them fall into silence again. While the blonde one was busy freaking out and calling herself an idiot for saying what she said. The redheaded one, on the other hand, had a very pensive expression on his face before he pulls the other close, taking her other hand as well.

"Nakiri Erina," Sōma said, eyes luminous with an emotion that he himself would not be able to recognize, "You may be the most stuck up and cold woman I have never met." At this, he lifts a finger to halt the stream of defenses that she was about to let loose, "But also the most hardworking, talented, and beautiful."

At these words, the not-so-ice-princess simply becomes a blushing mess, her lips were parted in shock and her eyes were twinkling with emotion that she didn't know that she was capable of. "Oh, um—" Her heart was beating too fast, she couldn't think.

Luckily for her, Sōma wasn't looking for a verbal response and was slowly leaning closer and closer, wanting to know what her lips would feel like on his. Now that he was close, he could tell that there was a scent that was faintly sweet emanating from her and it was quite intoxicating. Erina's eyes fluttered closed as she felt his breath brushing her lips when a loud screech sounded on the road next to them, startling her out of the moment. Her head immediately bumped harshly onto his and they both let out a hiss of pain.

The vehicle responsible for this travesty was none other than her own limo that was supposed to have picked her up this afternoon, and Erina bit down on a curse. It must have been an emergency that would have forced Hisako to track her down, she supposed that the 'date' had to end sometime.

"Erina-sama," the pink-haired woman was flustered and panicked as she hurried to Erina's side with several papers clipped onto her board and pens in disarray in her hair, "We must return to Japan now, the jet has been prepped already. Tsukasa Eishi had contacted me and said that your joint campaign is in jeopardy because of a leak."

She could already feel a headache forming and a faint squeeze of her hand reminded her of the other 'crisis' that had been avoided. There was no way she could continue to stay here with him, and as if he knew he had already begun to let go.

"Thank you for deciding to come on this trip with me," he smiled gently, almost indulgently at her contrary to his usual wide smile. But just when he was about to let go, heart heavy knowing that this may have been the only chance to truly win her over, he felt an almost violent tug on his arm. He leaned down reflexively and before he could comprehend what was going on, Erina's lips had already left his cheek.

Erina's eyes sparkled with a hint of mischief, "Run out of words, have you?" Decidedly avoiding the way that Hisako stared at her as if she had lost her mind, she waves goodbye to the still shell-shocked redhead while her face is flushed with red. She wasn't sure where her courage came from, but she didn't regret it at all if not for the silly expression on Sōma's face.

. . .

As soon as Erina had a bit more distance from the situation, she begins to think too much, mind going haywire trying to figure out if what she had done was okay. Her thoughts were running everywhere from the possibility that Souma was actually disgusted to kisses on the cheek being able to transfer diseases. But if Hisako sat down, which she did, and asked, which she did, "Do you regret it?"

She only had one answer: no. Even though retreating back into her shell would have kept her safe from emotional harm, it did unsurprisingly little when it came to her emotional turmoil. But with Sōma she doesn't just feel like a world-famous model or the Nakiri heiress; she feels like she could be herself, not completely cold and heartless but awkward and unsure. Even though the idea of being vulnerable made Erina terribly uncomfortable, if it was Sōma perhaps it wouldn't be so bad.

Even now, the thought of the evil redhead caused her heart to beat a little faster.

. . .

"Kid, you are on the one-way road to falling in love," Shinomiya shook his head, looking at the starry-eyed Sōma who was sitting directly across from him. "Who is it?"

"Well she can be mean at times, but her spunk makes her even more special," the golden-eyed man was about to sigh but he continues, "You know her, in fact, I have an ongoing photo shoot with her."

The pink-haired mentor felt as if ten years had been shaved off this life at this news, "Nakiri Erina? That's who you were on a date with? How did you two not kill each other, and why were you even together?"

It was too late; he wouldn't be getting any answers from Sōma who was busy reliving the moment that she had kissed him and he wondered if it was normal to feel like his stomach to be doing backflips. It wasn't the first time a girl had kissed him, but this was the very first one that made him feel like he could do anything.

In fact, the first thing he had done when he finally snapped out of his stupor was the yell an obnoxious load 'YES!' across the slow-moving river. There were quite a number of people who were already watching the entire situation and at this, they decided that whatever was going on was incomprehensible. Sōma could care less if people thought he was crazy.

Now for the tricky part, what was he going to do if she pretends that this didn't happen? He was hoping that this won't happen, but he was ready to fight for a place next to her and the world better be ready if something stands in his way. Even though he does not expect it to be an easy fight, he nonetheless knows that if there is one thing that he is undefeated in, it would be stubbornness.

. . .

[1] I don't know

[2] You didn't say that you had a girlfriend, she is so beautiful!

My french isn't that great, corrections are welcome.