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"ʏᴏᴜ ᴏᴋᴀʏ?" A woman asked her.

"Uh, yes, yes. Just a bit tipsy, I guess." She smiled. Going to the comfort room was the most messed up decision she made that night.

ᴀ ɴᴇᴡ ᴍᴏʀɴɪɴɢ had risen in the streets of Paris as the stores began opening their doors for shoppers to enter. Lou could not stop playing with the pen she has been holding since this morning. She could not stop thinking about Alfonso.

Probably because she could not believe the man had really begged for her to come back. After all the cheating, he has flaunted not only her but to the social media and all the people they knew. Lou was furious—furious that after all he had done, she wanted to give him the benefit of the doubt. Homme pathétique et stupide!

All she could do at this time was massage her temple, but even that did not help.

"Bonjour, Lou!"

"Bonjour."

"Guess what?" The bloke grinned.

"Épanche ta pensée, jeune homme." Spill the thought, young man.

"A beautiful woman was looking for you last night."

Lou frowned while a smile suddenly crossed her lips.

"Debbie Ocean."

The name slipped out of his lips before Lou could even begin thinking about it. Her smile widened.

"Ah! Seems like you got a lady interested in you, boss."

"Oh, really? Go back to your work, young man!"

ᴅᴇʙʙɪᴇ'ꜱ ᴇʏᴇꜱ ꜰʟᴜᴛᴛᴇʀᴇᴅ open as the soft rays of the morning sun filtered through her window. She reached over to her bedside table and picked up her phone, groggily checking the notification that had disturbed her sleep. Her eyebrows raised in surprise as she read the message from the unknown number.

"Bonjour, gorgeous. I hope you have a good morning.

xoxo, your new friend. ;)"

A chuckle escaped her lips as she read the text. Pierre was certainly not one to give up easily. She couldn't help but find his persistence amusing. While she couldn't quite remember how he had gotten her number, she did recall their conversation from last night. Perhaps she had absentmindedly given him her contact details.

With a grin, she quickly typed out a reply.

"Bonjour, Senior. I hope you do too!"

She hit send and then stretched in bed, ready to start her day. After her morning rituals, she decided that a jog would be the perfect way to kick off the day on a positive note. As she laced up her running shoes and headed out the door, her phone buzzed again.

This time, it was Pierre's response.

"Touché, Doctor. Perhaps we can turn these 'good mornings' into great ones."

Debbie couldn't help but laugh at his playful reply. She typed back, her fingers dancing across the screen.

"Challenge accepted, Senior. Let's see if you can keep up."