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Who: Dr. Eric Dufosset

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What: A little romance, a little Paris.
Where: CITY OF LOVE
Warnings: Pre-warning for the potential of smut, currently just romantic in nature

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[Eric himself took his time getting ready, showering and redressing in finer clothes than he'd had on before. For a conference a certain degree of finery was expected but he wanted to step up to the plate and make an impression for Blake, even going as far as to splash on a little cologne before he had a town car sent over to make his way to the restaurant.

When he arrives he's standing just beyond the doors of the restaurant, deliberately having told Blake to get there a few minutes after Eric himself arrived so that he could greet the man when he eventually arrived. He stood there, looking expectantly at every cab and car that passed the doors to the restaurant.

He wasn't nervous, but instead eager to have something close to a date for the night. It made a huge change from all the time he spent working and taking care of the various people at home who were dependent on him.]

[ Blake heads toward the entrance of the restaurant once he pays the cab well. He resists the urge to check his phone, after all, he has it set for emergencies only -- only Secretary or chief of staff's messages will ring for now. It's still a bit of a difficult for him to not be checking messages and making sure that he's not only on top of everything but far ahead of it all as well. Things could go sideways so quickly in his line of work.

But, Eric deserved his full attention and Blake deserves this date and this time with him. He knows that in the back of his mind.

So he's quick to enter the restaurant his eyes immediately seeking Eric. ]

[Eric spots Blake the moment he enters the restaurant and stands swiftly from his perch within the entry room to cross over to the other man with a smile, leaning in to swiftly kiss him once on each trick.] Blake... a pleasure to see you again. I trust the world isn't about to end?

[It was a joke, mostly. But Eric did get the impression that slowing the other man down from his work would one day lead to a degree of apocalyptic inertia the likes the world had never seen.

Or so he thought, at least... the bloody French hypocrite.]

[ Blake smiles widely when he sees Eric as the kisses are exchanged and and well the question makes him chuckle a little. It isn't so long ago that part of his job had been trying to make sure the world as they knew it didn't end -- but that happened every few months so... Luckily, this is a much easier task -- not that anything to do with climate relations and such is easy but at least there was no imminent threat to the Secretary's life or the security of the United States. ]

Not today, in any case. [ He quips. ] You chose a nice location.

[Eric grins at the compliment.] Bah merci, Blake... I used to be quite familiar with Paris. Its where I attended my studies back when I was a young man.

[The two of them were lead to a discreet table towards the back, romantically lit with candles.] Wine? Are you allowed to take the edge off your sobriety for the evening? Before you answer I warn you its a huge diplomatic faux-pas to say no to wine offered by a Frenchman.

[ Blake waits until they are led to the table, a smile still on his lips when he takes in the table. It's private, which is nice for a variety of reasons -- Blake isn't as private as he is fully out of necessity but also intensely valuing it as well. Blake settles comfortably at the table, a quick cursory glance at their surroundings only further confirming that the restaurant is both nice and that their table is secluded. ]

I think that if the staff weren't allowed to drink we would all fall off the deep end. [ It's a mild joke and he actually tends to drinking coffee at all hours of the day but a glass of wine or two never harmed anyone. ]

I couldn't possibly turn you down.

[Eric just grins at that.] I know exactly how you feel... not that I should be touting that particular aspect of my profession, but I admit at times the only thing that gets me through a day of difficult appointments is a fine Cabernet Sauvignon.

[Which is exactly what he turns to the waiter and asks for a bottle of. Neither too expensive nor too modest, it was clear that Eric drank wine for pleasure, rather than to make any kind of statement about his own position in the world.] So tell me, rough week? How have my people been treating you and yours.

[ Blake is happy enough with the choice and he smiles at the comment and he supposes that most people need a little bit to get through the days at times. He tended to drinking it for pleasure rather than out of any necessity but he wouldn't be surprised if there were some that had flasks just to make it through the day. He wouldn't judge that too harshly if he knew but luckily enough if there was anyone with such struggles in his circle they were quite good at hiding it. That's a good thing since the press would have been a worry otherwise. ]

Oh, the French are quite even keel as they tend to be. [ Blake gives him a small but wry smile. ] Even with something between our two countries, China has managed to make itself a problem.

[ China was great at making itself a problem. ]

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