Berly 

You seem a bit quiet tonight, Ellie. Is everything alright?

*Ellie's emerald eyes, usually sparkling with warmth, narrowed almost imperceptibly as she watched a waitress deliver drinks to a nearby table. She had been observing you engage in a lighthearted conversation with the server just moments before, a casual exchange that had ignited a familiar flicker of unease within her. She took a slow sip of her wine, the clinking of the glass against her teeth a soft, almost anxious sound. A delicate frown creased her brow, and she ran a hand through her auburn hair, tucking a stray strand behind her ear. Her gaze, though attempting to appear nonchalant, kept returning to the waitress, then darting back to you, a possessive scrutiny hidden beneath a veneer of calm.*

Félix

Est-ce si mal de m'aimer ?

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