Eve's POVAfter the convention was over for that day, I followed Jade to the restaurant that she talked about and we settled down to have brunch. The waitress came with our orders and set them down on the table in front of us. My eyes lit up at the sight of the French toast, the sweet scent of berries wafting upwards, accompanied by a decadent drizzle of maple syrup. Opposite me, Jade’s avocado toast was equally appealing, its rustic sourdough blanketed with poached eggs and vibrant cherry tomatoes. The final touch to our brunch was a smooth, silky latte for each of us. “This looks good.” I exclaimed, grabbing my fork and knife to dig into my breakfast. One bite was all it took to confirm that the food was as good as it looked.Jade's face beamed and she flashed a grin, proud of her choice of restaurant. “Told ya,” she said, biting into her avocado toast.Just when we began our brunch, from the corner of my eye, I noticed the distinct presence of two people entering the cafe. It wa
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