Page 133 of My French Love Affair

The wine is delicious, the food is unreal, and just when I’m finally starting to relax, a server appears at our table, setting a fresh drink in front of me.

I frown. “I didn’t order this.”

“It’s from the gentleman over there,” the server smiles.

I follow his nod across the room, and sure enough, averyhandsome man is seated at a nearby table, surrounded by a few friends. He’s tall, broad-shouldered, and clean-cut, with tanned skin, sharp features and dark stubble along his jaw.

He lifts his glass toward me in a silent toast, his lips curling into an easy, confident smile.

Emma visibly perks up. Jas raises a brow.

And I…

I smile politely, nodding in acknowledgment as I reach for the drink, but even as I accept it, I know.

He’s not for me.

Emma gasps like I’ve just committed a mortal sin.

“You’re not going to go over there?”

I take a sip of my drink. “No.”

“Poppy.” She gawks at me. “Are youinsane?!”

“I mean, heisgorgeous,” Jas smirks.

“And so are his friends,” Emma adds, blatantly glancing at the group. “Like,seriouslygorgeous.”

I exhale through my nose, already tired of this conversation.

“I meant what I said when I got here. I’ve just gotten out of something with Noah - I’m not looking for anything.”

Jas hums, still watching the man before turning back to me with a lazy grin.

“Well, you’ve got to give him some credit. It takes balls to send you a drink.”

I frown, offended. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Oh, don’t be mad,” Emma laughs. “How many times do we have to tell you that your resting bitch face is strong enough to scare off even the toughest man?”

“And how many times doIhave to tellyounot to be so ridiculous?”

“She’s right,” Jas nods. “I bet he thought this could be his last night on earth.”

“You must realise you give off ‘approach me and suffer the consequences’ vibes,” Emma adds.

“Honestly? Kind of a power move,” Jas finishes.

I roll my eyes, but I can’t help but bite back a small smirk. I’m mostly just relieved that my hard-faced reputation remains.

“So? You’re really not interested?” Jas lifts a brow.

I shake my head. “Not even a little bit.”

Emma gives me an exaggerated look of disbelief.

“Oh, so you’re not interested at all - unless his name isFrederic.”

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