The spectacle unnerved the others who had come to collect them, causing them to hesitate, fearful of causing a scene.
At the helm stood a young man with tousled hair, a fusion of features, his appearance akin to a living painting. Isabelle, however, remained unperturbed by the commotion.
Upon spying Isabelle, Yves lit up with a radiant smile, reaching out for a hug. Yet, as they closed the gap, Isabelle abruptly thrust the backpack she carried into his arms.
Yves caught the bag and attempted to approach further.
With a firm tone, Isabelle stated, “Let’s get moving...”
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