SOFT CURVES
Isla found it amusing that Vincent, a Filipino himself, had opted for something so different from what she was used to.
Vincent glanced at the ceiling briefly, as though contemplating her question. A mischievous grin spread across his face, and with a dramatic pause, he declared, “Isla’s Pasta!” His voice was playful, and it made Isla burst into laughter. The name was ridiculous, but it was exactly the kind of thing Vincent would say. It was like him to take something simple and turn it into an inside joke, a little bit of fun in an otherwise serious world. Isla laughed again, the sound light and carefree, as she took a seat at the table. It was moments like this, small and simple, that made
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