It always ends

seven

I kept them stored in my basement. I go down there once in a while to visit the memories locked away in time.

The waiter came back with our food and set it down in front of us.

"Merci beaucoup." I said. My french was alright. I knew the basics thanks to french class.

"De rien."
(translation: no problem or you're welcome)

I slid the plate of delicious looking pastries in the middle.

"Pour moi?" he said.

"Oui, pour toi."

"I don't want it."

I rolled my eyes and picked one up. Taking a bite and closing my eyes, nodding in approval. "No poison detected."

He huffed out a quiet laugh and reached over to grab the other one.

"It's good?"

"Very," I replied.

He made the most difficult decision of the century, trusting me.

He took a bite and placed it down again, bringing the mug of plain black coffee to his mouth. He took a sip and washed down the horrid taste of sweetness.

"So?"

"I like yours better." he stated.

I thought otherwise. These one's were really good.

I smiled, "Why thank you." I eyed the croissant on the plate, "Are you going to eat that?"

"No."

I knew he wasn't too keen on anything with sugar so I made a mental note to make something for him later.

I picked up the remaining croissant and took a bite.

He watched me as I ate. It should've make me self conscious but it didn't. Instead, I felt a warm feeling in my chest.

I offered him a grin and finished up the dessert quickly, taking sips of my coffee.

"I want to go to paris one day." I said randomly.

"Why?"

"I don't know. There's the people, the food, the sights to see."

"You got a thing for french people? First it was Italians and now-" I bit my lip, miserably failing at biting back another smile.

"Maybe I'll find a wonderful guy there."

His eyes seemed to darken.

"Well, I got a thing for girls named Harper, with luscious black hair, the most beautiful eyes. She's extremely stubborn, kind." he paused, "Has a killer smile."

"That's seems rather oddly specific," I mused.

He laughed quietly while I watched him, a soft smile playing at my lips. "I think you might know her."

"I think I'd remember if I knew someone as cool as her."

Amusement danced in his eyes, "We met in grade school. The teacher assigned us to sit next to each other. She hated me at first."

"I never hated you! I just thought you were strange," I said defensively.

"You thought that about everyone. You never cared about them either. Always stuck up in your own little world."

"I guess I was obnoxious."

"Do you remember when those guys came and tripped me in the cafeteria?" I nodded, waiting for him to continue. Thinking back to the past.