France. Dude. Marry me?
~Kayla
"Ah...non," France said, giving a face of pity.
I looked up, bewildered. "Why not? I thought you'd jump at the opportunity," I said.
France shook his head. "First, I barely know this person. Second, they sound like America. Third, marriage is binding, you know? It'd be a hard commitment to make to someone I barely know," he explained, running a hand through his hair that is soft like an angels wings.
I nodded in understandment, typing his answer out.
"Merci for le question. Maybe we should hold off on a marriage, oui?" He smiled.
