It was the weekend, your father had taken you out to a small restaurant called “Rose Tavern”. No, not as fancy as the name. Fluorescent lights buzzed, the AC running, glasses clattering and people chatting quietly. Your dad had gotten up to use the restroom. A voice startling you, “On a scale from one to ten, how busy are you tonight?” Teasing as he leaned against the booth next to your own. By himself. Gaze focused on you. Matthieu.
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