"I DON'T KNOW, Saoirse... Maybe he just wasn't feeling like it. Couldn't we just leave it to just that?"

Mal spoke, putting her phone across her ear as she listened to her best friend on the other end of the phone.

"Maybe. But it's the Met Gala! Why would he want to miss that?" Saoirse replied in a British accent. She glanced around her to see a few girls waving at her and stepping towards her for an autograph. She let out a pen from her pocket and sighed her name on the picture, whispering a small apology.

"Sorry, it's my friend."

The girls nodded at her with a wide smile, then left.

"Saoirse? Are you doing something?"

"No, no, it's okay. They're just a few fans, you know-"

The blonde girl then turned at the shop behind her, squinting a bit to see if there was anyone in there out of pure curiosity. She saw girls sitting in a booth together, talking and giggling while pointing at someone she didn't see right away. She squinted again, then took a glance at the table they were pointing at.

And to her surprise, it was a familiar face she had known and seen for ages. The wavy hair, those forest green eyes, that slim figure hiding behind those baggy, oversized clothes.

Timothée.

"Um, Mal? Would you be upset if I told you I can see Timothée right now sitting in a restaurant."

"What? He told me he was busy!" she paused and thought for a moment, "Is he with someone?"

She asked again, jumping up from the couch.

"Er, yes. A girl."

She furrowed her eyebrows almost immediately, clenching her teeth in frustration. "Who is she?"

"Well, I can't see her face. But, she's blonde, and she seems... Pretty."

A familiar noise with the sound of cameras clicking went off not too far away from the girl. A few people began shouting questions at her while taking pictures.

"Uh oh. Paparazzi. I have to get in, okay? I'll call you right after!"

"No, wait!"

But the line went dead.

Saoirse ran inside and closed the door behind her, then went to sit at the booth across from the two couple. The girls who were pointing at Timothée from earlier spotted her almost immediately and waved at her. She raised her finger to her lip as to silence them, and sat down, staring at the couple from afar.

And her eyes widened.

It was a familiar girl whom she also knew. She had blonde hair, blue eyes, and a slim figure. She was also a celebrity, but Saorise didn't recognize her from those famous premieres, she recognized her because she was Timothée's ex-girlfriend.

Lily.

She took a glance at Timothée, and to her dismay, he was talking to her and giggling.

But it wasn't his normal, sincere giggle.

It was a nervous, hesitant giggle.

It took her a moment before glancing at the bottom of the table for some reason. Directly at Timothee's hand.

He kept flicking his hand, trapping his thumb and waving it to the table across from them.

"Timothée?" she whispered in a questioning, baffled tone.

Then shook her head in dismay, and hurried out of the restaurant.

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"I'm telling you, Mal! He was acting weird. Like, really weird. I think he wasn't himself."

Mal shook her head and got up from her seat, entering the kitchen to get a snack.

"What are we supposed to do, then? Lily is his ex-girlfriend. They were in love with each other before she left him for someone else, and then he met me. But that was years ago! The only question is, why is he hanging out with her at that exact moment? Why right before the gala?"

Saoirse followed her into the kitchen.

"Ah, yes, I forgot to tell you about his-"

But at that moment, the two girls heard a loud ring. Mal ran out of the kitchen to the direction of the sound, which was coming from her laptop.

"It's Timothée...!"

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