Chapter 23: The backstory

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''Morning, Phin.''

My eyes were blinded by the bright sun shing through the sliding doors of the posh, French hotel.

I squinted to focus my eyes on whoever who was sitting on me.

''Izzy? It's a little early you know...'' I rubbed my eyes and I could feel my muscles aching.

''Phin, are you serious? It's 10 already.''

''Mmm...'' I acknowledged her and pulled the blanket over my face.

''Hmph, you are no fun!''

I tossed away the blanket to see Isabella pouting.

''Ok, I'm awake, what do you want?''

''I was wondering if you would still want to bring me out to walk the streets like you promised yesterday. But it looks like-''

''Ok, let's go.''

''What?''

''I said, let's go.''

''But.. how did you change so quickly?''

''I have my ways. Let's go.''

We headed down to street level and headed for a cafe.

''Table for 2?'' the waiter asked.

''Yes, please.'' 

Isabella took a seat opposite of me.

The waiter handed us a menu but I pushed it away.

''1 crepe souffle, with English Breakfast tea.''

The waiter noted and walked away.

''1?''

''Yeah, for me.''

''Hey! Where's mine?''

I smirked at her as she waved her hands in the air to capture the attention of the waiter.

He hastily came over and bowed.

''Morning mademoiselle, what else do you require?''

''1 creme brulee, with cappuchino.''

''Sure thing, miss.''

The waiter walked off.

The restaurant was pretty empty, with the exception of dribs and drabs of customers spread across.

''So, what do you think of the city of love?''

''I wished it was a city of airplane parts.''

''What?'' her eyes widened.

''Just pulling you leg'' I laughed at her face.

She laughed before punching my arm.

''Jerk''

When our food arrived, I pushed the creme brulee to the side and placed the plate of crepe souffle in the center.

I handed Isabella a set of fork and knives and she eyed me.

''I thought you wanted to eat the crepe souffle and while I eat the creme brulee?''

''We could share a crepe souffle at this Parisian cafe'' I insisted.

She blinked.

''Oh... I get it...''

She smiled and we ate both of the food together, occasionally feeding her when I feel like it.

Now, it truly does feel like we are a couple enjoying our honeymoon together.

''Oh Phineas, won't you share a creme brulee with me? ''

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