This is a short story I previously posted on a flash fiction site. I am currently sorting through my writing folder, and this one brought a smile on my face.

"Cara, breakfast is ready!"
"Alright, alright, I am coming..."
Laurence put her hair in a knot, and wrapped an elastic band around it. She pursed her lips at her counterpart in the mirror, and said: "That'll do, I guess."
She grabbed her bag, and rushed down the stairs.
Her eyes glanced shortly over the tall bronzed man sitting at the table, and then brought out: "Guido, this smell... it is delicieux."
Guido looked up from the Sun, and said: "I decided to surprise you, amore mio. I bought these half baked croissants from the supermarket, they only needed five minutes in the oven. For delicious freshness and taste, the package said." He pointed at the plate in front of him. "I put some brie on them, the shop assistant said that was the favorite cheese of the french."
Laurence curved her nose up, and said, putting the sweetest smile on her face: "Oh gosh, that is so sweet of you, mon coco, you didn't have to go through all the trouble."
Guido looked up. "It's my way of saying thank you for the pizza's you made last night."
Laurence stared guiltily at the boxes of the deep refrigerated pizza's (just like they make them in Italy!) stacked on top of the paper bin. "I am certain I will enjoy your croissants as much as you enjoyed the pizza."
Guido gave her a cheesy grin, and said: "I bet. So what will we eat tonight?"
Laurence stared at him with her chin up defiantly: "I am in the mood for fish & chips." She took a bite from her croissant, quickly chewed it, and swallowed it with the coffee Guido had so kindly put next to the plate. She didn't look up, but just managed to bring out: "This tastes heavenly."
Guido turned the page, and said: "I bet, mio ciccina."
He turned the page of the newspaper, taking care to hide his smile.