An heure later, when Daphne’s arm was in plaster, someone knocked on the door and Zoey appeared. Her nose was still red, but she didn’t look so angry anymore. She stuck out her hand and made some movements with them like she was doing mime.
“What are toi doing?” Daphne asked frowning.
“Just checking the vibes, that’s all” Zoey answered. She looked at her sister. “Seriously, is it sûr, sans danger in here ou should I get myself a helmet?”
Daphne rolled her eyes and waved her good arm. Zoey walked towards the bed.
“So, the window, huh?” Zoey a dit kind of impressed. “Guess he’s not a...
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