Below is a brief scene I wrote last year. I’m not sure if I planned on going somewhere with it or simply letting it stand alone as a snippet of a character’s personality, but I decided to post it as is.
“You know French?!” she exclaimed, eyes lighting up. He, who would have otherwise been out of her notice, had sparked her interest. She amused herself with the idea of a new conquest.
“Yeah,” he answered, “I took six years of it.”
“I’m so jealous. I’m only in my second semester of French. But,” she gave an alluring smile, “I am studying abroad in France this summer.”
“Wow, really? That’s amazing! I’d love to go to France.”
“You’ll have to come visit me while I’m there then.” She smirked.
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“So,” she began pointedly, “say something to me in French. I’m sure yours is far superior to mine.”
“Um,” he paused to think. “Okay… Je voudrais dormir.”
“You want to go to bed?!” she scoffed and playfully slapped his arm with the back of her hand.
“It was the first thing that came to mind!” He laughed and pulled the blanket tighter around himself. “And, it is really late.”
“You’re so lame.” She rolled her eyes and crossed her arms in feigned offense. After an exaggerated sigh, she leaned in a little and ran a hand through her hair. “How about… tu veux m’embrasser instead?”
His eyebrows raised instinctively at this, and in an amused voice, he responded, “Peut-être.”
She smiled and held his gaze for a moment. “I’m going to go get us some more drinks,” she suddenly declared, pushing the blanket off herself and moving to stand.