120: Meeting Camille

"Oh mon Dieu, il est tellement beau!"

"Il a l'air du même âge que mon mari mais a réussi à rester en forme."

"Prenons une photo de lui. Ça durera plus longtemps."

Levi frowned as his eyes opened at these not particularly hushed whispers. He turned around just in time to hear the low shutter of a phone camera.

His sleep-filled eyes squinted at the young, beautiful French ladies sitting some chairs away from him.

One hurriedly hid her phone when he turned around and he could hear her tell her friends,

"Et je prie pour que nous soyons assis dans les mêmes sièges."

His frown deepened. He understood the first three sentences they whispered while he was still asleep.

"Oh my God, he is so handsome!"

"He looks the same age as my husband but has managed to stay in shape."

Then one of them suggested, "Let's take a picture of him. It will last longer."

That was when he turned around and now one was even saying, "I pray we are seated in the same seats."

Were they referring to him? Aren't they ma

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