“Why are we dating?” “Because I asked you out and you said yes,” he tells her with a burgeoning smile. “And you’re madly in love with me.” “I never said such a thing.” He replies in French, and I can’t even process the words. She smacks his arm, and he whispers deeper in her ear, his arm spindling around her waist as he draws her to his chest. I don’t think I’ve ever seen Rose so flushed before.
