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I don't know. She had a hushed, sexy tone (I knew she was probably at home in her bedroom), "Hey baby, it's just me. You got time to talk?" "Yes, I need a break from Botany 180...your timing is perfect." We went on to talk about our classes and her track practices and that lead to, "The other day, there was a crazy ass discussion at practice...girls can be so nutso, when it comes to sex, men and penises."

I changed the topic and Tristan and I joked over a few childhood memories until he brought up the unexpected question. "Which pack are you from?"

"That's right, little one. We couldn't miss out on all the fun." Jeff's easy going demeanor matched Simon's as he joined the group, a sense of camaraderie evident in his expression. "So, what's the topic of discussion?" Abigail couldn't contain her laughter as she motioned towards the group. "We were just talking about the dresses and wedding plans. But I'm sure you two have some valuable input to add." Jeff leaned against a nearby wall, a mischievous glint in his eye. "Oh, I'm sure we can come up with something but my head has dry."

Or whatever other stupid, venom-laced remark she’d spit at me. And besides, even if – by some impossible miracle – she actually agreed to go on a date with me, what the hell would we even talk about? Her favorite color? Favorite music? As if I’d actually get anything meaningful from those lame, childish topics. Sure, in theory, I was curious. I wanted to know what made her tick, what made her laugh – or maybe cry. But in reality? Those were the worst conversation starters imaginable when it came to her.

He was glowing with pride, while Vanessa sat right next to him, looking every bit like the star of the night. I was seated near the serving entrance and was basically invisible. After several rounds of drinks, the atmosphere in the room turned vulgar. A few male colleagues who loved telling dirty jokes started running their mouths again under the influence of alcohol. "Vanessa's got serious charm. She even managed to crack a tough nut like Gilla Group!" "Exactly. The kind of allure Vanessa has? That's nothing some bookish little girl can compete with. If you ask me, talking business in the conference room is nowhere near as effective as talking at the dinner table, right, Vanessa?"

He was immediately drawn in by this topic. "So, what type of kinky stuff do you guys get up to? I love talking about this kind of stuff. Come on, let me live vicariously through the world of hot marital sex!" He joked excitedly, as he opened us both another beer and we clinked bottles, before he returned to lean back on the counter opposite me.

It was at this café that Mother was more relaxed, and for some reason, it was also a place she loved to discuss something serious. “One of my friends wants to get divorced after her husband cheated on her. What a boring trend. But then she started to discuss the post-divorce settlement, and that was extremely entertaining. Questions like who gets the houses, the cars, the yacht, the dogs, the paintings, the company’s shares, etc. Oh, we had fun coming out with the list and also another long hour on lawyer recommendations. I had a great time, darling.” She said with sparkles in her eyes and cheer joy in her voice. I remembered since I was a kid, no one could spin tales of disasters in a posit

She kept staring at Mr Felix. 'I was speaking for myself. You should speak for yourself too.' 'Guys, no bickering please. I'm not in the mood for your childish bickering.' 'It's not childish' We both said in unison. And he looked at the both of us, shaking his head. 'You see? The topic is.....' He stopped again and we both groaned. He laughed. 'The topic is The Reading Culture: prons and cons.' 'Wow wow. I love the sound of that. That's too creative. Oh my God! I can't wait.'

someone yelled. "I won’t shut up until someone answers!" Lucas shouted back, clearly enjoying the attention. "We don’t know and we don’t care, so shut the hell up, Lucas!" another voice barked. "Wrong! It’s called Lemon-aid! Get it? Like the drink?" The groan this time was even louder. "Dad jokes are never, ever funny," Elodie muttered, shaking her head.

He laughed, tipping his head to the side. "I do not look terrified." "You absolutely do." And then, embarrassingly, I actually laughed. And weirdly, after that, it just got easier. We talked wholeheartedly. Not about pack politics or the horrors of training nor about responsibilities or expectations or any of the suffocating stuff that usually filled my days. Just random stuff. Music, people in the pack, stupid childhood memories, embarrassing things we did as kids, everything. At some point drinks showed up on the table, and after a couple of shots, that knot in my chest finally started to loosen up.