The front of a sleek, shiny black car pulled into the small parking lot in front of a restaurant. A man with black wavy hair, wearing a white T-shirt and blue jeans, stepped out of the car from the back seat, followed by another man with brown hair in casual attire.
The car drove off to park properly after the two people had gotten out.
Rafael looked around the area, confused when he saw the name of the restaurant.
Café de Flore was one of the best restaurants in Paris, and he had always wished to come there one day to taste their fluffy pancakes.
"Do you like this place or…" Marco started, staring at Rafael with a beaming smile. "If you don't like it, we can go elsewhere."
"No, it's perfect." Rafael nodded, his voice steady despite the flurry of emotions inside him. Marco walked closer, his presence overwhelming.
