Baca Ln Date A Live Novels & Stories

I stare at Lyn, sitting in front of me in the restaurant, she watches me intently, runs her hand under her hair, puts her elbow on the table, does the thinker's position, and speaks. — What did you come here for? — Dinner! — It doesn't look like it, you stare at nothing, and you haven't even touched your plate! — I will eat, don't worry! — Why don't you send him a message? Schedule something after he leaves the live? — No, because there's no way he could see my message, by now the live broadcast has already started, and I don't want to talk to him either!

As she reached the living room, she found Lucas working on his laptop at the dining table and Darren engrossed in a football match. "Good morning," she greeted. "Good morning," Lucas responded from the kitchen. "Heyo CeeCee!” Darren responded, waving his hands, his eyes fixated on the TV. Claire's stomach grumbled, she groaned and walked weakly to the fridge. She grabbed an apple and went to sit beside Lucas, folding her legs on the seat. "How are ya?" Lucas asked, glancing up from his laptop. "I'm fine. Yeah, I'm fine," Claire replied, taking a huge bite from the apple.

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