A cat?
The boy certainly reminded her of a yellow cat.
Was this the cat that Mikyle spoke of?
Sarina smiled to herself as she tapped her index finger against her chin. It seems I was spot on about his type. At least now I know why he was so insistent about avoiding the house arrest last week.
She pulled her eyes away and entered the building. The whole way to her seat, which was located on the first floor, she thought up different ideas for future books—ones in which she will use her son and his newfound lover as inspiration.
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After their quick breakfast Mikyle led Adrien to the theater house. They walked at a leisurely pace as they enjoyed each other's company. They conversed along the way, asking each other simple but meaningful questions such as what their favorite snack was, or their favorite dish, or where they like to hang out at, or what their favorite book was and so on.
