Two jars of cream sat on the table.
George came closer, looking at the girl with kindness, a smile about to appear.
Isabelle grabbed the partly–used tonic bowl from the table and said, “Start with this...”
George didn’t hesitate. He swiftly took the bowl and drank the tonic.
Upon finishing the tonic, George grinned and commented, “Yves whipped this up for you.”
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