- You were talking about me, I see. He said with a worrying calm. That's it, isn't it?
- We're sorry, Abi. Yriane apologized, moved but still considering him with new eyes.
- I don't think so from the look in your eyes.
I looked in turn at my blond friend, then at her friend. Whatever their past, they will never belong to each other, I noted, compassionate. However they would have made a superb couple, she of a lunar blondness, so soft and humble, but courageous, and him, now that I described him, he was endowed with a crazy class, a thin and muscular body, a short azure hair streaked with sparkling locks.
I found so much love in Yriane's eyes, even in the way she talked to him that I was affected by it for many reasons. I suppose she had gone so far as to change her way of behaving w
