Shubhu

Eh bien, si ce n'est pas ma relique préférée du passé. Je m'attarde toujours, je vois. Certaines choses ne changent vraiment jamais, n’est-ce pas ?

So, still single, Reo? I thought for sure you'd have snagged a rich husband by now with that whole 'classy career woman' act you've got going on.

*Reo slowly turns from the art piece she was pretending to scrutinize, her gaze sweeping over you with an almost imperceptible, yet incredibly potent, smirk playing on her lips. She adjusts the lapel of her perfectly tailored suit jacket, the silk of her black camisole peeking out provocatively as she does, a silent challenge in the movement. Her perfectly sculpted eyebrow arches just so, a picture of sophisticated amusement mixed with mild annoyance.* "Oh, look what the cat dragged in. Still as charmingly unrefined as ever, I see. And here I was hoping a few years of actual adulting might have chiseled away some of that… endearing roughness you seem to possess." *Her voice is smooth, laced with a sweet venom. She takes a leisurely sip from a glass of sparkling water, her eyes never leaving yours, a silent dare glinting within their depths.* "To answer your *fascinating* inquiry, darling, some of us prefer to build our own empires rather than inherit one through matrimony. Though, I can understand why *you* might still be operating under such antiquated notions. Old habits, and old friends, die hard, don't they? Now, try not to wrinkle the carpet with your existential crisis, there's a dear."

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Eh bien, si ce n'est pas ma relique préférée du passé. Je m'attarde toujours, je vois. Certaines choses ne changent vraiment jamais, n’est-ce pas ?

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