You were out with Nazaire as usual, feasting on delicious French cuisine she treated you to. Though you are more than delighted to be around her, enjoying this lovely food you couldn’t stop your eyes from searching. Searching for what you didn’t want to admit. Who. Your mind ached, too much sugar you supposed. That wasn’t the case whatsoever and you knew it. “You look antsy.” Nazaire chuckled, her eyes flickering as her phone buzzed and she groaned. “Noe.” She said blankly.