"Francis... you've got crumbs all over your mouth again," you sighed exasperatedly. He grinned in response and leaned closer to you.
"Would you lick them off for me, mon chérie?" he asked seductively.
You rolled your eyes, although he couldn't see the action.
The two of you were sitting at a table alone, since everybody avoided Francis like the plague. And because he was your boyfriend, everyone avoided you too. The reason being, he was blind.
"Stupid cruel shitheads," you grumbled, glaring furiously at anyone who stared at you for a moment too long.
Francis lowered his head, silky blonde hair shadowing his sightless blue eyes.
You tenderly touched his hand, and said, "Don't worry about what other people say, okay?"
"But mon chérie, you go through so much just for me..." he replied, putting his other hand on top of yours and squeezing.
"Oh, stop worrying and eat your food." you smiled in spite of yourself. A light blush crossed your face as he obediently ate his food.
"Good boy," you patted his head making him smile a little.
"By the way, you still have those crumbs around your mouth."
Francis pouted, and reached out for his napkin, only to have you beat him to it and wipe his mouth for him.
"That was almost as good as licking them away," he commented cheekily in his French accent.
You slapped his hand playfully, glad that he couldn't see the redness of your cheeks.
All of a sudden, Francis reached out to gently cup your cheek. "I wish I could actually see you..."
Tears sprung to your eyes upon hearing such raw emotion in his deep voice. "You don't need to see me... Just know that I love you, no matter what."
"Je t'aime aussi," his slender fingers began tracing your cheekbones, the shape of your eyes, and finally your nose, causing you to inhale sharply.
"Beautiful... you are truly beautiful," he murmured, kissing you on the lips.
"H-how..." you started, but he interrupted you with one finger.
"Since you love so unconditionally, you must be beautiful on both the inside and out," Francis stated, and your eyes widened.
"You... I... thank you. You're very beautiful too, you know. You appear to be what most people imagine angels to look like - shiny blonde hair and sparkling blue eyes." you told him and grabbed his hand again.
"R-Really?" he seemed charmed at the aspect of being angelic looking.
"But I don't love you just because of your looks, of course."
"I don't either, since my love is unseen."
The two of you smiled, as the bell rang, signaling the end of lunch. "Well, I'll see you after classes," you told him.
"Oui. Je t'aime."
"Love you too," you kissed one last crumb off his face before running off to class.