Chapitre 40: Spiked Drinks

"I don't believe that though," Olive said as she shifted her gaze back to her book.

"No, believe me!" Samson said, feigning a sad expression, causing Olive to let out a light chuckle.

"You actually look good when you smile," Samson said, a smile now on his face as he looked at Olive, whose gaze was also fixed on him.

"So... friends?" Samson asked.

"Okay, it's fine. Friends," Olive replied with a light chuckle.

*Cough*

"Looks like the couple is having a discussion," Lucas said, his arms folded as he stood before Olive and Samson.

"What the heck are you saying? Just don't start again," Olive warned with a frown, while Lucas rolled his eyes.

"What's up, man!" Samson greeted as he exchanged handshakes with Lucas. "It's been a while since we last met."

"Yeah," Lucas replied as he settled down on a chair beside him. "I never thought you would leave Paris to come down to Europe."