Isla's POV
I woke up this morning feeling in a surprisingly good mood. Yesterdays nosebleed had significantly less blood than usual, meaning I was getting better. Lucas texted me last night before bed asking if we could meet up. Apparently he had something important to tell me.
Quickly throwing on a pair of mom jeans and a sweatshirt, I hurried out of my room to make some coffee. Elliot was sitting at the dining table, laptop open and typing away. I could feel his gaze on me as I rushed to find a mug.
"Morning," I greeted Yann, but he didn't respond. I gave him a puzzled look, but he didn't even look at me.
"Where's everyone else?" I asked, still getting no response. I noticed Yann sneak Elliot a look who pursed his lips, looking away. Opening the fridge, I pouted when I noticed we ran out of milk. Pulling out my phone, I texted Lucas.
Me: U got milk?
Lookass: um, yeah
Lookass: why?
Me: I ran out. I'm coming rn, have it ready
Lookass: ur joking
Me: nope, coffee comes first
Lookass: fine, hurry up
I grinned, grabbing my travel mug and phone.
I debated on saying bye, but decided to just leave and pulled the door shut. It was a lot colder in Paris this past week, indicating that fall was around the corner.
"Hey!" I greeted, giving Lucas a hug. He lifted the jug of milk in his hand with a smile.
"I got your prized possession," he said making me laugh. I sipped my coffee as we walked down to the cafe.
"Order first?"
"Sure," I nodded.
"So, I have some news," he began, rubbing his hands.
"Spill," I grinned, leaning forward and crossing my hands over the table.
"So, I met someone last week at a restaurant," he began, making me shuffle in my seat excitedly.
"Oh my gosh, who's this lucky chick?" I asked, probably looking like a maniac, leaning so far across the table.
"Um, well," Lucas mumbled, a sheepish grin on his face. His cheeks turned pink as he covered his face.
"Come on! I can't take the anticipation."
"Well, it's a guy for starters," he said quietly. My eyes widened in surprise as I processed what he said. I leaned back in my seat, looking around carefully. When I noticed no one was paying attention, I squealed, clapping my hands together.
"I'm so freaking happy for you, what the heck! Why didn't you tell me?"
He shrugged, thanking the waitress as she placed our food on the table.
"I just sort of realized it a few months ago. But I didn't know who to tell except you."
"Wow, do you have a pic of this guy?" I asked curiously.
"Promise you won't try to take him?" Lucas asked, grinning widely.
"No promises," I giggled, taking his phone.
"Oh damn, he's hot," I commented, "I'm impressed, you're pulling in some goood fish."
"I can't believe you just said that," Lucas mumbled, covering his face as if he was embarrassed.
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