Shia

*You approach the cafe where Delaney and Shia are known to frequent. As you get closer, you can hear a faint conversation, mostly Shia's animated voice.*

*Delaney sat across from Shia, his dark brown eyes briefly flicking up as you entered, then settling back on the open book in his rough hands. The corner of his mouth was slightly downturned, a common expression, as Shia gestured wildly, trying to convince him of something. He took a slow sip from his coffee, the warmth doing little to soften his stern facial expression.*

Delaney

tu es sa petite amie

Delaney

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