Jeanne and Terrence went to Cafe Amour, the neon Amour outside of the cafe provided a red glare on their table. It also left a red glare on her heart—on the heart of her new necklace that he had just given her. It said amour, and the o was a red heart.
She loved it, and she loved the man who gave it to her.
Everything in Cafe Amour had amour in it. The Amour Mussels and Frites had a savory garlic and red chili peppers broth. The Amour house wine was a Cabernet and Merlot combo, and the Amour Chocolate Mousse had a mascarpone-filled red heart.
She dabbed her mouth with a Cafe Amour napkin that was covered with tiny red hearts.
But with all of the words of amour and red and hearts, it was looking at the man sitting across from her that made her red and filled her with amour…
Read more Fleur Friday here, and Friday Flash stories filled with amour here!
Richly described and so very sweet! 😉
thank you, it was tiny, but i wanted it to pack a punch!!!