Jean and Timmy were eating their croissants, happily. More happy than usual, I must guarantee. Their smiles had different lips and their eyes a different tear liquid, brighter than before. Filled with fresh and chocolate smelling air their atmosphere would be, and want an environment to feel in love with. Both would do synchronized things: drink, eat, look, stare, admire, drink, eat, etc, just like a worker's routine!
"What are you going to do on Saturday, mon amour?", asked Jean, with a sort of flirty tense look on his eyes, but a closed serene smile curved in his mouth.
"Nothing. I recall my mother's words that she's going to be out and needed to call a nurse to come take care of me.", Timothy smiled with a blush, holding his mug up, hiding his smile.
Jean got used of the scene: "I could be your nurse!", making Timothy almost split the whole chocolate milk in his mouth."WHA--"
"I'd take care of you for the whole day, that would make a great first date!"
Jean released his excitement, like he always does. People would look at him with a "who's this weirdo" thought over their look.