A/N: Whee~ continuation of the last chapter, as requested by Stronger123. :)
PARIS
AUGUST 11, 2010
12:33 CEST
"Magrets de canard en croûte de poivre avec sauce, mademoiselle." [1]
"Merci," I thanked, nodding shortly.
The waiter placed down Dick's lunch, "Et salade Niçoise au saumon avec vinaigrette kalamata, monsieur." [2]
The waiter then left us to eat in peace. That's what I liked about French dining sometimes. They left us alone until we needed something.
I dug into my lunch and let out a contented sigh. "This is so good," I commented after swallowing my food.
Dick chuckled softly and said, "Did you see the waiter's look on his face when we spoke to him in perfect French?"
I let out a soft laugh, remembering. He had asked us in choppy English, assuming we didn't know any French, but Dick and I had responded to him in flawless French, leaving him speechless for a couple seconds.
"So we're heading back after this?" Dick asked, scooping some of his salad into his mouth.
"I suppose," I responded. "It was just a short getaway."
Dick sighed, "And then there's Wally's dare too…"
I frowned, not at all pleased, "Yeah… Twenty-four hours without each other…"
Wally had assumed that Dick and I were unable to last without each other for a full twenty-four hours. Of course, with us being the competitive ones, Dick and I immediately accepted the challenge.
That was also part of the reason why Dick and I decided to head somewhere together. To spend as much time as we could together without any interruptions.
I unconsciously leaned closer to Dick. Since this was France, we weren't sitting across from each other, but instead, next to each other. French people liked to look at other people as they eat, which was weird, but whatever.
Dick reached around me and patted my head softly before I sat back up and we continued eating.
I moved my arm to place my fork into my mouth, but then something soft came into contact with my lips instead of the cool metal of the fork and meat.
I looked down at saw that Dick's cheek had collided with my lips as he went to take a bite off my fork.
My face heated up and I pulled back, slapping Dick with my free hand. "Dick!" I complained, unable to hide my red face.
Dick grinned at me, chewing the duck meat with a wicked look on his face, but his eyes also held something strange. "You're right, this is delicious…"
Footnotes:
[1] Your pepper-crusted duck breasts with sauce, Miss.
[2] And your Salmon Niçoise salad with kalamata vinaigrette, sir.
A/N: Aren't these two so cute? :3 Don't forget to read Black Falcon if you haven't already to see more of them! :D Leave some requests/reviews~! ;)