Warning ⚠️: Google Translate lmao

Remind me to never trust people on Tinder, they will force you to drive to an expensive restaurant, ask you to look your best, and then not show up.

I've been sitting in this restaurant for hours, on my own. And my date still isn't here.

As the comedian continues, the crowd hollering in laughter at his undeniably good jokes, I just watch the rain fall from the sky, hitting the ground...

It reminds me of... Tears?

Like a woman is crying?

A/n: who gets the reference?

The petite drops hit the ground beneath it, unaware of the life it brings. I like to think it cleanses and cleans the dirty streets of New York City. But despite my love for rain, the breeze is way too cold.

I turn to the empty seat stationed before me, my figure slumping.

I groan under my breath, my eyes averting to the comedian with the cute accent. Our eyes lock from across the room. He sends me a sincere smile.

I look away, pulling my coat on, placing some money on the table, and gliding to the door. I glance back at the comedian as he continues to play with the crowd, they're loving him.

I chuckle silently to myself.

I pulled the black hood over my saturated form as I saunter in the soft rain, small pellets of water spitting on my hands as the remainder of the drops quench the scattered puddles decorating the asphalt. Through one of the pools of rainwater, the familiar flash of police sirens is brought to my attention. I manage to lift my head up just a bit.

But just then, I get splashed with water.

I don't say anything, just turn and continue walking away. Don't do a thing, they're the police, what would you do anyway?

I stuff my hands in the pockets of my raincoat, walking faster to reach my home.

I didn't bring my car because I was afraid it would slide on the slippery streets and crash into another so I just ordered an Uber. Unluckily for me, my phone is dead because I was dying of boredom and used up all my charge.

God, this day can't get any worse-

I slipped. I fucking slipped.

I stand corrected.

I felt myself falling back, but before my body could hit the ground, strong arms wrap around me, pulling me back up again.

I look up at the man who saved me. The comedian!

I take the time to study his features. He has curly hair pulled back into a ponytail, soft Carmel skin, and eyes you could melt into. They're so kind, I instantly feel comforted just looking into them. I feel loved.

I realize I'm staring.

I feel my cheeks heat slightly as I hold out my hand to shake his, "Thanks for saving me." He gladly shakes it.

"Are you alright, mon cheri?" He asks worriedly as if we had known each other for so long. "You seemed really lonely at ze restaurant, were you waiting for someone?"

"Yeah, I got stood up..." I mumble in embarrassment, avoiding his eyes. I feel his hand drift to my chin, forcing my gaze to avert to his absolutely adorable smile.

"Tell me how someone could stand up a femmes magnifiques, such as your self, Mon amour?" I see a bling of lust in his chocolate eyes.

I feel my cheeks heat. "Th-thank you...?"

"Marquis De Lafayette. My friends 'all me Lafayette, you?"

"Y/n L/n. My friends call me N/n."

"Well zen, Mon Ange, will you give me the honor of walking you home? I think you need some company, you don't seem to be 'aving the best day," Lafayette said almost pleadingly.

"It got better when you showed up," I laugh.

A faint red painted his cheeks, "You 'ave the most beautiful laugh I've ever heard."

Butterflies dance with my fluttering heart in my stomach, and for once in a while, I felt overjoyed. Like I could skip through roses with thrones, as long as he's there, the pain wouldn't matter. He's so cute...

My day just got a lot better.

I decide to start a conversation as we walk, "So, how long have you been a comedian?"

"Actually, N/n, I'm not a comedian. My friends had dared me to make everyone 'augh and well, I did."

"No way! You were incredible up there! You even made me laugh, I never laugh."

"Je vous remercie, N/n."

"Lemme guess, they dared you to come after me?"

Of course, why would someone so good looking come after me anyway?

"Non."

Wait, wut?

"I came after you willingly, mon amour."

"That's so kind of you."

I felt his hand drift to mine. Out of instinct, I jerk mine away, and he quickly becomes uneasy.

"I'm so sorry, N/n, I didn't mean-" I cut him off by grabbing his hand and smiling lovingly up at him.

He returns the smile.

"Thank you, Lafayette. I hate blind dates but if it takes getting stood up to meet you, it will have been worth it."

***

"Bro, Alex, where did Laf run off to?"

"He ran after a girl!"

"Is that so?"

They begin snickering and murmuring dirty jokes to each other.