ISLA"So, tell me," I say in a relaxed tone to Sandra, and she turns to me."Tell you what?" She tinges her brows."How did he look? How did he sound? Does he look well-fed? Did he meet you with anyone?" I ask all in one breath, and she just stares at me."What? Tell me..." I whine, pouting, and she huffs a sigh, rolling her eyes."Okayyy. He looked alright. He sounded worried, curious, angry, and annoyed, of course, and his voice was quite deep if I can recall properly.""Well fed might be a stretch. But he looked okay. I don't know how he was before, so I won't be able to make a comparison. But he's actually a sight for sore eyes." I smile as she speaks."You didn't tell me that his eyes brighten up whenever your name is mentioned." She bumps shoulders with me, and I blush."They do, don't they?" I say, totally love struck."I can tell that he really likes you. Loves you even. He said, and I quote, 'I'd do anything for Isla.’ Isn't that just romantic?" She teases me, and I giggle li
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