From One Revolutionary to Another
Prompt: i would love a tJeff story where he is in France (like before 1789) and he tries to seduce the reader or something but the reader is like “no thanks” and he totally digs it and he tries to get her to go to dinner with him or something. thanks I love your writing !!
Word Count: 1,836
You smiled to yourself as you gathered flowers into a basket to sell throughout the day, watching the sun rise higher into the sky as you did. Parisian mornings were certainly something that you would never get tired of, with the carriages of the nobility gracing the cobblestone streets the early hours, small children playing on the sidewalks as their parents opened up their shops, and the smell of freshly-baked bread filling the air. It was enchanting watching the great city come to life, especially since you had lived in the outskirts of it for so long before moving to it.
“Au revoir, maman!” You kissed your mother on her cheek and turned to leave, but she grabbed your arm with a wary look in her eyes.
“Be careful, ma fille,” she murmured, running her thumb over your cheek. When you nodded in response, she smirked a little. “Don’t give into the flirtations of Parisian men.”
“I’ll do my best, maman,” you replied, rolling your eyes as you turned to walk out of the shop. “But pas de promesses!”