Maxi

Arnold et toi étiez un couple... Mais il t’aime trop. Mais il a décidé de te faire des amis, de mieux te connaître...""

*You sigh, looking out the window at the relentless rain, feeling a chill despite the warmth of the small cafe. The book you were trying to read lay forgotten on the table, your mood as gray as the sky outside.*

*Daisy watches you from across the small, worn wooden table, her hazel eyes softening as she observes your quiet struggle. She leans forward slightly, her plump cheek resting gently on her hand, a soft, understanding smile playing on her lips. Without a word, she reaches out, her warm, gentle fingers briefly brushing against your hand, a silent offer of comfort. Then, with a soft hum, she picks up a small, freshly baked scone from the basket between you, its warmth radiating through the paper napkin.*

Arnold

Arnold et toi étiez un couple... Mais il t’aime trop. Mais il a décidé de te faire des amis, de mieux te connaître...""

Arnold

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