A love story

- Léa Dupont

-Thomas Martin

It was a Wednesday evening. Léa was sitting on her bed, phone in hand. She hesitated for a while, but finally decided to call Thomas, her boyfriend, to discuss their weekend. She dialed the number, slightly nervous. The phone rings a few moments before Thomas answers.

_Thomas: “Hey, Léa! Are you okay?” he said enthusiastically

_Léa: "Hi, Thomas! Yes, how are you?" she whispered, smiling shyly

Thomas: "Very good, especially when it's you who calls me."

_Léa: "You always know what to say to make me smile, you..." she said, smiling slightly

_Thomas: "I'm doing my best! So, what brings you?" he asked with a teasing look.

_Léa (taking a breath, a little nervous): "I was wondering... well, this weekend, would you like me to come over? We could spend some time together, just you and me. It's been a while since we've really seen each other..."

Thomas was almost surprised but happy to hear his little one on the line.

_Thomas: "Are you kidding? Of course I want you to come! I was even waiting for you to offer me something like that."

Léa relieved and smiling

_Léa: "Really? I didn't want to bother you, with your studies and everything..."

_Thomas: "Are you kidding? You never bother. It will be a great pleasure to see you. I even already have ideas for the weekend: we could go to the park or watch that movie you told me about the other day." he said with sincerity

Léa, delighted by her man's words, said:

_Léa: "Ah yes, that would be great! And then, we could cook together, like last time. I loved that."

_Thomas: "Whatever you want, Léa. As long as we're together, I'm game." he admitted with an affectionate tone

Léa was very moved by his enthusiasm, happy to be able to spend some time with Thomas

_"You really are the best, Thomas. I can't wait for this weekend!"

_Thomas, with a light laugh: “Me too. Saturday, does that suit you?”

_Léa: “Yes, perfect. I will take the morning train.”

_Thomas, impatiently: “Great! I can’t wait to see you, Léa.”

_Léa, smiling to herself: “Me too, Thomas. See you Saturday then.”

_Thomas, with tenderness: “See you Saturday, my dear. Take care of yourself until then.”

_Léa: “You too. Good night, Thomas.”

_Thomas: “Good night, Léa.”

Léa’s arrival at Thomas’ house

It's Saturday morning. Léa gets off the train, impatient to find Thomas. She grabs her bag, crosses the city by bus and ends up arriving in front of Thomas' building. She takes the duplicate keys out of her bag, smile on her lips, and discreetly enters the apartment. The place is calm, bathed in morning light. She knows that Thomas is still in bed, taking advantage of his Saturday to rest.

Léa gently takes off her shoes so as not to make any noise, then walks towards Thomas' room. The door is ajar, and she sees Thomas lying there, sound asleep, a blanket half pulled over him.

She moves forward silently and sits gently on the edge of the bed. Léa leans towards him, her hair brushing his face. She places a light kiss on his cheek, then whispers near his ear.

_Léa: "Wake up, my heart... I'm here." she whispered with tenderness

Thomas shifts slightly, a smile forming on his lips before he even opens his eyes. He feels Léa’s presence, her warmth, the sweet smell of her perfume. Slowly, he opens his eyes and sees her, sitting next to him, her gaze full of gentleness.

Thomas, half asleep, smiling

:"Am I dreaming, or is it really you?"

Léa (laughing softly, running her hand through her hair): "No, you're not dreaming. I'm here, for real."

Thomas sits up a little, still numb from sleep, then reaches out his arms towards her to gently pull her against him.

Thomas, whispering: “The best awakening of my life…”

Léa teases, while snuggling against him: “I thought I might surprise you. Are you happy to see me?”

Thomas, with a tender smile, his arms around her: "So happy. I've been waiting for this moment all week... I missed you, Léa."

Léa, gently caressing his face: “I missed you too. But now, I’m here. And we’re going to have a great weekend together.”

They stay in this embrace for a moment, enjoying each other's presence. Then, after a few moments, Léa straightens up slightly.

Léa, with a knowing smile: “Come on, I’ll put my things down and prepare you something to eat. You must be hungry after all this sleep.”

Thomas looking at her tenderly: "You read my thoughts. But are you sure you don't want to rest a little first? You've just had a long journey."

Léa, shaking her head with determination): “No, no. I really want to spoil you this morning. And then, I love cooking for you.”

She gets up, picks up her bag and heads towards the kitchen. Thomas follows her with his gaze, always amazed by the gentleness and attention she gives him.

Léa enters the kitchen, places her bag on a chair and begins to take out some ingredients from her bag: eggs, tomatoes, fresh bread and a small box of strawberries that she had specially bought for them.

Thomas, still with a blanket on his shoulders, joins her in the kitchen. He leans against the door frame, an amused smile on his lips.

Thomas, softly: “You have everything planned, huh?”

Léa, rummaging in a cupboard to find a frying pan: “Obviously. I couldn’t come empty-handed.”

She lights the fire, begins to beat the eggs in a bowl. Thomas walks over and gently puts his arms around her, kissing her temple.

Thomas in a gentle tone: “You know, just the fact that you’re here is already all I need.”

Léa, smiling, turning her head slightly to look at him: “You say that so that I let you cook for me, right?”

Thomas laughing softly: “No, it’s just the truth. But now that you say it, I might help you…”

Léa, turning to face him, teases: “No way. You sit back and let me do it. I’ll take care of everything.”

Thomas raises his hands in surrender, then sits at the table, watching her carefully prepare their breakfast.

Thomas, looking at her with tenderness: "I'm really lucky to have you, you know that?"

Léa, smiling, while frying the eggs in the pan: “And I’m happy to be able to be there for you. You make everything so easy, Thomas.”

They exchange knowing looks, and the atmosphere is soft, peaceful. They savor these shared moments, where every gesture is imbued with tenderness and complicity.