He shouldn’t, and he knows that he shouldn’t. Leaving a diner together late
at night, heading to Fabrice’s mother’s house? It’s precisely the sort of
thing that someone would want to snap a photo of and put on the front page
of the Siren Cove paper in the morning. But it’s an offer that he can’t
bring himself to refuse either, knowing just how secretive Fabrice is about
his family.
“Sure.” Demetri closes his laptop, shoving it and the papers he has piled
up into the bag. He throws a note down on the table, smiling at the
waitress and hoping she appreciates the tip. “You order and I’ll pack up.”
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Date: 2014-08-19 02:48 am (UTC)He shouldn’t, and he knows that he shouldn’t. Leaving a diner together late at night, heading to Fabrice’s mother’s house? It’s precisely the sort of thing that someone would want to snap a photo of and put on the front page of the Siren Cove paper in the morning. But it’s an offer that he can’t bring himself to refuse either, knowing just how secretive Fabrice is about his family.
“Sure.” Demetri closes his laptop, shoving it and the papers he has piled up into the bag. He throws a note down on the table, smiling at the waitress and hoping she appreciates the tip. “You order and I’ll pack up.”