Remi had her hands around the white and warm cup of her matcha latte. The mellow scent of the green beverage flooding her nostrils as she looked at her dark-haired friend in front of her. It was the same place, the same orders, and the same people: Leila and Remi; but the atmosphere between them was certainly different.
Earlier on the day Remi had received a message from Leila. It was a screenshot of the article with the leaked picture of her and Hugo. Her face and identity was still a mystery to the public, but not to Leila. She knew it was her, and she made it clear to Remi when she sent the picture with three question marks. Remi hadn’t thought about Leila when she discovered the pictures, and it was only when Leila talked to her that she realized how difficult it would be to let Leil
