The store representative glanced at the spot he pointed out. It was one of their premium designs—mostly reserved for VIP customers. She typed into her computer hidden underneath the counter, saying,
"Avez-vous une réservation, monsieur?"
"Oui, sous Hathaway," Ambryan replied. He peeked at Eve over his shoulder. She stood by the entrance like a lost rabbit. Her brown eyes pleaded with him for help. He paused and enjoyed the moment for a bit—finding it cute while she deepened the scrunch of her eyebrows.
He turned back to the store representative. The latter had changed entirely in demeanor. Her smile had widened in the second he looked away.
"Parlez-vous anglais, mademoiselle?"
"Bien sûr, monsieur Hathaway," she responded. Her eyes also landed in Eve's direction. "Est-ce pour madame?"
Have a good day!
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