Phoebe
When Phoebe saw him enter, she leaned back into her chair. Well, if it wasn't the now the infamous Matéo. She had thought after the last story she had heard - the poor, sweet Lily giving him a steep discount after he cried into her arms - he wouldn't show his face again. Yet here he was. Interesting. Fortunately for him, based on the stories her workers had told her, she had a feeling she knew what his issue was.
"Welcome back, dearie, how have you been?" she said, standing from her seat at the desk. She offered her arm, smiling at him warmly. "It is so nice to see familiar faces. Tell me now, how have you enjoyed your visits so far?" she said.
"Welcome back, dearie, how have you been?" she said, standing from her seat at the desk. She offered her arm, smiling at him warmly. "It is so nice to see familiar faces. Tell me now, how have you enjoyed your visits so far?" she said.
loving you was the most exquisite
form of self destruction
form of self destruction
