Mon cœur s'ouvre à ta voix. [Benjamin/Fleurette ]

                                           The date and time came to roll by, as did Fleurette’s anxieties. It had teasingly come up in conversation with several other staff members of the elementary school she worked at, ever amused by how startlingly easy it was to bring a flush of colour to the young woman’s cheeks with mere interrogation.

                               Ah, such f l u t t e r  of nerves.

                               They’d continuously attempted to advise her on what to wear, how to act, and yet, none of it appealed to her; it was all so incredibly

                                              a r t i f i c i a l ,

                                              to pretend to be what she was not.

A simple summer dress of lavender, and a matching coloured ribbon for waves of snowy locks. Would it suffice? She hoped so. Her interest lay more in other priorities such as music and reading, not ‘primping’ for silly little dates.

                    But this wasn’t just a silly little date,

                    and it wasn’t just slight nerves that overwhelmed her.

                                              She’d never done this before, after all. Regardless, sightless eyes glanced both ways, waiting outside the place of meeting. The chime of the clock tower filled her ears; eight o’clock. Ah.