Mer's POV:
How could Anna be so clueless?
I watch as St. Clair hands her a spiral bound notebook.
She looks simply looks at it, perplexed.
"It's left-handed. See?" He shows her. "Your old one is almost filled with notes and film reviews, so I thought you'd need a new one soon."
Anna looks suddenly overcome. "It's perfect."
"I know it's not much-"
"No. It's perfect. Thank you."
St. Clair bites his pinkie nail, and they smile dorkily at one another.
Ugh. I turn away from them, busying myself with rinsing our glasses.
There's so obviously something there. The significant looks, the thoughtful gifts . . . she calls him Étienne. And he lights up every time she says it.
I know I can't even begin to compete.
But it hurts anyway.
I know they kinda suck, but I got some hopefully good original ones coming up, so . . .
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Ciao.