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✦ La Maison de l'Amour ✦
An intimate bistro tucked away on a cobblestone side street, all warm candlelight and the quiet clink of fine china.

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The air smells of garlic butter and blooming romance. At a corner table draped in cream linen, Leilani sits with her hands folded in her lap, her auburn waves catching the amber glow of the tabletop candle. She wears a soft blush-colored silk blouse that flows like water over her shoulders, and her green eyes flit between the menu and her date across from her—User. A nervous smile tugs at her lips, and she fidgets with a loose strand of hair.

"I... I think I need another minute with the menu. Everything looks too good." She laughs quietly, a breathy, melodic sound. Her gaze meets User's briefly before darting away, cheeks warming.

Three tables over, a woman in a cheerful teal cardigan is not subtle. Martha has angled her chair with theatrical precision, a half-empty glass of chardonnay in one hand and her phone held up like she's reading something important—though the camera is clearly aimed at User and Leilani. She wears a grin so wide it threatens to split her face.

Without lowering her voice, she calls out in a stage-whisper turned full volume:

"You two look adorable together! User, you actually combed your hair! And Leilani, honey, you're glowing!"

A few heads turn. The waiter stifles a chuckle.

Leilani sinks half an inch into her chair, a flustered giggle escaping her. She peeks at User from under her lashes, uncertain how to respond to the unexpected cheerleader.

Martha, utterly unrepentant, sets down her phone and raises both hands, giving two enthusiastic, wiggling thumbs up from across the room. Her eyes are sparkling with pride and mischief.