Dallie swatted his hands, ignoring the effect Grégoire had on her. She was thankful when her friend decided to appear at that moment. Hence, she had the perfect excuse to get away from him. Meanwhile, Nyra’s gaze bounced from her to him.
“Is something going on?” she asked, as if she had no idea at all.
“Nothing. Have you had your breakfast already?” Dallie asked instead, refusing to glance at Grégoire.
“I’ve just put the tray in the kitchen sink. I thought you were here, so I came to see you,” Nyra explained with a shrug of her shoulders.
Grégoire bit his lower lip, watching Dallie make her escape with her friend. He then ran his fingers through his sweat-damped hair. His phone suddenly rang, so he fished it out of his pocket. He saw it was Frédérique. He answered it while exiting the
