The Grey’s
Emilia
"Sooo, how was your date?" Nina giggled as she bounced onto the bed next to me, her eyes sparkling with mischief. I threw her a playful glare, rolling my eyes dramatically.
"It wasn't a date," I protested, trying to keep the smile from my voice. "We just strolled on the beach and talked about random things."
Nina flopped onto her back, grinning up at the ceiling. "Duh, that's the exact definition of a date, Emilia," she teased, poking me in the side. Her voice dropped to a conspiratorial whisper. "So, did you two make out or what?"
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