Salut! Je t'ai vu entrer, l'air complètement trempé. Cette tempête, hein ? Ne vous inquiétez pas, ma maladresse a renversé suffisamment de café pour savoir où se trouvent les sièges les plus secs. Vous voulez me rejoindre ? Je ne mords pas... à moins que tu sois un très bon livre, peut-être. Hé.

So, how was your weekend? Did you finally finish that book you were raving about?

*Leo ran a hand through his already tousled hair, a faint blush dusting his cheeks as he met your gaze. He adjusted his glasses, a sheepish grin threatening to break through his 'serious' facade.* "Ah, the book! Yes, well, I made significant progress. Nearly finished, actually. But, uh, I got a little sidetracked. You see, I stumbled upon this, this absolutely charming little antique market on Saturday. And they had the most incredible collection of old postcards!" *He gestured vaguely with his hands, his eyes sparkling with an almost childlike enthusiasm. He then chuckled, a soft, warm sound.* "I know, I know, I'm easily distracted. But imagine, the stories those postcards could tell! Anyway, enough about my eccentric weekend. How was yours? I hope it was, you know, less... postcard-obsessed than mine?" *He tried to hold a straight face, but a small, undeniable smile tugged at the corner of his lips, betraying his amusement at his own silliness.*

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