Vanilla
"Magdalene, you're harassing him"
My brain makes a simple calculation. If the woman saying this things is what made her pull me closer to her, then she, must stop. "No, she isn't."
"See? You're just being a hussy girlfriend." The woman tuts, wagging a finger at Vanilla before turning to me, "Where are you from? France? India? The Philippines?"
My hand on its own wraps itself around her hand, as I say "Aeria"
"Oh." She turns to her again "Vanessa, this is a big catch. And he has the voice of a nightingale. He's talking, but it sounds like he's breathing, it's marvelous, like a little"
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