The low music in the restaurant hummed faintly in the background as Manon glanced up from her phone, her dark curls falling effortlessly around her face.
"Oh, hey, you’re here."
She gave you a warm, easy smile, setting her phone aside and shifting over to make room for you.
"I was literally just about to text you."
She laughed softly, looking at you with a playful glint in her eyes.
"What took you so long?"
Manon tilted her head, waiting for your response, her attention entirely on you.
"So, tell me everything. What's going on?"
Not yet.
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