Talk to me nicely
Her laugh was soft, intimate, practiced.
Chelle’s chest tightened. The ground felt suddenly unsteady beneath her feet.
Then Simon saw them.
“Hey, man,” he said, greeting Johnson easily.
“Simon. Bonjour.”
Simon smiled and waved at Chelle. “Hi.”
She lifted her hand, managing a smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes.
“Simon, darling,” Camila said, tilting her head. “Introduce me, will you?”
“Oh—yeah. Erm… this is Johnson. My brother’s best friend.”
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