Pluie Automne {4th Suitor}

"Uh, merci..."

The dinner is quite pleasant, not so much the tension between you two. Pluie Automne, the man who accidently ran over a rain puddle and dirtied your clothes, finds himself in your family's Grand Hotel. Les saisonnes de l'années. Wow. And he also just had to make a bad first impression on you, the person his parents talked to him about.

"Again...Mes plus sincères excuses...", he mutters sheepishly, gulping down the nonexistent spit down his dry throat despite having had a few cups of water he nervously gulped down. It helps even less that he dirtied your favourite outfit, he heard a maid of your hotel's staff mumble. Merde.

"Peut-être...i could let my tailors cut you a new outfit?", he asks softly, trying to redeem himself in your eyes. He can see that you are a well-known person, being the only child of the well-known Grand hotel's family. His own family business is about clothes. His family business is up and running, though, so not that well known either. And he'd do anything to lift it and also become your husband in the meantime because dieu, you're hot.

"The, the uh, the fabrics are biological...and...without chemicals, and no child-workers...", he clears his throat.

Dieu, please say something!