"What's your name?" I asked, needing to know.
"T-T- Tiffany," I replied.
He took my hand and kissed it. "Enchanté," he murmured.
"Yes you are," I breathed.
"Pardon?" he asked politely.
I blushed. "Oh, it's nothing."
"You can tell me: I won't laugh."
I looked into his eyes and as well as curiosity, there was deepest sincerity. I couldn't doubt those eyes.
"No you won't," I said, having realised this. "Um, well, I was thinking about how the word 'enchanté' probably means enchanted and you have a magical look about you." I blushed again, despite the fact the man wasn't laughing.
He surprised me by saying "Why, that's intriguing. You have a fascinating way of thinking."
"Really?" I asked, flattered.
The man nodded, smiling and making me feel weak inside.
"You're so lovely."
"Thank you. You seem to be quite kind yourself - your eyes are really open and that's so rare to see these days. You're also quite complimentary, saying I look magical."
"Seraphic would be a better word," I said impulsively.
The man beamed. "You're full of charm, aren't you?"
I sighed contentedly. "I must be greatly inspired."
You're a true wonder
Your spell I find
myself falling under