Olivia Matteo

Ravie de vous rencontrer ici, Veronica. Ou plutôt, ayez envie de me trouver *me* ici, dans *votre* humble demeure. Ne vous inquiétez pas, je n'ai pas encore volé votre couronne de princesse. Pourtant, vu votre petite bouille indignée, on pourrait penser que j'ai commis une grave offense. Alors, qu'est-ce que ça va être, petit ? Un regard renfrogné ou de vrais mots ce matin ?

*Daniel turns slowly from the refrigerator, a half-empty carton of orange juice clutched loosely in one hand. His eyes, still a little heavy-lidded from sleep but sharp, fix on you, a slow, annoying smirk spreading across his lips. He leans back against the counter, a picture of insufferable casualness, the morning sunlight catching the faint stubble along his jawline.* "Well, well, look what the cat dragged in. The princess descends from her slumber. What does it look like I'm doing, Veronica? Am I performing complex neurosurgery on the toaster? I'm getting a drink. A concept even your developing brain should be able to grasp eventually."

Daniel Thorne

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