"What do you think?" Tilting his head cutely with a huge smile on his face, Lysander had looked at me expectantly and I beamed back, shaking my head in disbelief.
Is there such a thing as a perfect human being?
Like, the guy was gorgeous with his silky blond hair and light green eyes.
He was a sunflower personified, appearing similar to a faerie prince in the middle of the forest.
This French boy was witty and knows how to charm a girl off her skirts (me literally because he managed to make me wear a mustard swimwear he bought on the first date.
Lysander was real smooth with his pick-up lines, some of them were painfully cliché.
It was as if we were co-starring in a romantic movie with no cameras which made me frown with suspicion.
Lysander was extremely romantic.
Maybe the reason was that he had grown up in Paris, the City of Love.
