You were walking down the streets of France when a man with wavy blonde hair and blue eyes approached you.
"Salút Mon Amie." He said while smiling. You did not speak French and were very confused.
"Pardon?" You asked politely. He closed his eyes and smiled.
"Ah, sorry," he said before grabbing your hand and kissing it. "I was just saying hello." You were a bit scared as to why a strange man approached you so suddenly. You looked at him and smiled while you reached into your bag for something to defend yourself with in case he's a creep. You bring out a bottle of pepper spray and prepare to shoot him in the face when you notice his extremely melancholic look on his face.
"Jean... You remind me of her somehow..." He said while smiling sadly. You put down the pepper spray, but keep it in your hand just in case.
"I'm sorry if I was being too extroverted Miss...?" He said.
"(Y/n). No its OK. And what is your name?" You reply.
"Francis Bonnefoi, but my friends call me France." He said while bowing. You giggled at his formal gesture and didn't think he could be too bad.
"Let's go sit at a café (y/n)." He says politely. You go to a small café and talk for a few hours. You learn that the two of you have a lot in common. You let it slip that you're Canadian at some point.
"You say you're Canadian?" He says while trying to suppress a smile. You nod and earn a series of "ohonhonhon" s which make you feel uncomfortable. When you decide that it's gotten late, you get up to leave.
"Could we please exchange numbers before you go?" He says while standing up to leave as well. You proceed to exchange numbers and go your seperate ways. You call him that night and you two talk to each out the until it's really early in the morning. You make pans to go on several more dates.
This was the beginning of something beautiful.