The Usual - Francis x Reader

There he was again, waiting for you to walk up the marble steps and sit in your regular two-seat table on the balcony. Letting a small smile slip from your lips, you let yourself fall into his trap and sat down under the fabric umbrella.
In an instant, he, the waiter, came up to you and slyly smiled, asking for your order which you answered, "The usual."
Francis nodded, left and came back with your order, then leaned against the table as you picked up your glass and took a sip.
"So about the offer yesterday…"
And the day before that and the days before that…
Francis raised his hand and swiped your [h/c] locks away from your [e/c] eyes and stopped on top of your own hand.
It was barely a whisper.
"Will you accept it now?"
And you answered it back with the same volume.
"Yes."