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[ Final Chapter ]
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London.
«Anyway, don't be a stranger.»
"You have a spot on your lip."
Across from her, Max, who had been focused on watching the rain pouring on the cars parked outside the ice cream shop, turned to her. Eyebrows raised and mid-spoonful of ice cream. He smiled, placing the cup down on the table. With his fingers, he reached to touch the spot on his lip.
Sloane cocked her head to the side. "Or is it a freckle?"
"I don't know. Always had it." He looked at her funnily. "Why are you staring there?"
The blush crept to her cheeks, and Sloane, in a very typical move of hers, looked away, stuffing her mouth with ice cream. Solely to keep busy. Max grinned and touched her foot with his under the table, dragging her attention back to him.
She huffed. "I'm just curious."
"Great sight." She softly kicked him under the table. "Hey, those boots seem dangerous. Be careful, you could hurt a professional athlete." He pointed his spoon in her direction.
"The professional athlete who is eating ice cream with me?" Sloane quirked an eyebrow.
He pursed his lips. "I get easily persuaded by certain model, what can I say? I do think ice cream might not have been a good choice with this weather."
The weather was indeed bad, she confirmed with a quick once over at the window. "Missing sunny Monaco, Max?" He narrowed his eyes. "And all those SIM races you ditched. It must be hard for you." Sloane pressed her lips together, the smile still forcing its way on her lips.
"Some sacrifices had to be made." He shrugged with one shoulder. "They were worthy." She scoffed when he met her gaze and shook her head. "But now we're here, I wanted to show you something. Or ask for advice."
That caught her attention. She leaned on the table, resting her chin on her folded hands and looking at him with big attentive eyes. The interest was very amusing for him. The way she seemed so immersed out of a sudden. Max would miss her a lot, he didn't have a single doubt about that.
"Are you finally going to ask for fashion advice? Because I've been waiting for you to say something."
He rolled a tiny piece of napkin between his fingers into a little ball and tossed it at her. Sloane moved, trying to dodge it and then giggled. The guy behind the counter eyed them for a moment. After apologising with a combination of muttered words — 'sorry', 'sorry, sir' —, they drifted their attention back to each other. Her cheeks were red, lips sealing in containment of another laugh.
He was long gone, he knew it.
"Sadly for you, it's not fashion advice. I'll consider it." He reached for his phone and slanted closer to her. The table small enough for him to be able to show her. "I searched for new apartments, and they sent me a few options. This one looks good, what do you think?" He angled the phone.
Propping herself with her elbows, she peeked at the pictures as he slid through them. Sloane hummed in approval the more photos he showed. "That view is amazing." She pointed out and he nodded in agreement. "Your cats would love all that space."
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