Emma was sitting next to Zoe, sipping on an iced latte. She looked up — piercing green eyes, silky brown hair, and a playful smirk. “This is him?” Emma said, raising an eyebrow. Zoe smiled proudly. “Yep. That’s my husband.” Emma leaned forward slightly. “Hmm… not bad.” I wasn’t sure if she was joking or flirting — or both.
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