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[devezfrancefier]

As part of an attempt to rekindle their friendship, Jean had showed up Friday night with two bottles of wine and an apologetic smile. Ben had let him in, and the next little while was spent steadily working their way through the first bottle of wine

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[thesane_one]

Ben frowned at the cork -- the stubborn, stupid cork -- as he twisted the corkscrew a few more times and tried to pull it out.

"Why couldn't you have developed an attraction toward a girl down in the town, if it had to be a young girl? Would've been much -- easier," Ben said with a grunt, finally popping the cork out.

[devezfrancefier]

"Down in the town," he snorts, rubbing at his forehead. "I wish I could have, I really honestly do. I wish I had met her at a cafe, or something like that. A bookstore, anything. I would have liked her the same. I don't mean -- destiny or anything like that. Just that she's a very intelligent and charming girl."

Once Ben gets the bottle open, Jean holds his glass out for a refill. "You didn't break the cork, did you? I could go get a coffee filter."

[thesane_one]

"No, no, it's fine. Thank you for the offer to raid my kitchen," Ben snarks as he's refilling both their glasses.

Sitting down heavily in his chair again, Ben shrugs. "She annoys me, I must say."

[devezfrancefier]

"Well she's not your -- your lover, is she? She's not my lover either, but 'girlfriend' sounds sort of... banal." He sips at his wine with a thoughtful look, trying to figure out how to phrase things.

"She's stubborn. But so am I. I don't think I could be in a relationship with anyone who was any sort of pushover. But I like pleasing her. I love buying her little things and watching her face light up. I love... making dinner for her. I love how she insists on doing the dishes, after wards. I love the surprised little look on her face when I show her some new dish or wine. Some little piece of French culture she hadn't known about before. All the little things, you know?"