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Usually – like now – it looks ridiculous, to say the least.

– Thanks for the coffee, – I say, rising and leaving the bill on the edge of the saucer. I haven’t even touched an Americano, but politeness is like a white coat that’s easy to get dirty, but will never go out of style. – Have a nice day.

Lunnica doesn’t even try to stop me. Apparently, my words about a possible compromise have had a strong – dumbfounding! – effect. Now, on the street, why not allow myself a little giggle at her fiasco?

– Margo?! – I hear a familiar male voice in my ear, and I turn around so sharply that I almost fall right on the chest of the moon man standing almost right next to me. – “I’ve never thought I’d see you in a place like this, but it’s a place of lunar vice.

I took a step back at random, and felt myself stung where Twigson’s fingers were holding my wrists. I mean, we’re standing right in front of a huge mirrored display case, and he’s holding my hands, and it’s all right under the nose of his jealous chick. Universe, what have I ever done to you that you make fun of me like this?