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Jeremiah didn’t think he was causing a spectacle by speaking to the wait-staff on both his and Bruce’s behalf every time they wanted something else or needed a coffee refill, but the look on Bruce’s face suggested otherwise. Residual hangover and jet-lag didn’t explain it.
“This is the best breakfast we’ve ever had,” Jeremiah said, reaching for the sugar, “and you look like you’re not enjoying it. I’d tell you to smile more, but everyone knows that’s passé.”
At that, Bruce sighed into his demitasse. “You speak French. It sounds fluent. I had no idea.”
“I don’t know everything about you,” Jeremiah countered.
- Part 7 of Playing for Keeps