"Sorry I'm late, Camille!" Sofie rushed into the butique and stood door her counter, which was stocked and filled with golden and silver watches.
"Sofia. Nice of u to kom bij us, today." Her boss zei blandly, coating her words with her thick french accent. Sofie tugged at her gray jas nervously.
"Yeah.. your welcome.."
A tingling sound of a klok, bell rung throughout the room as the door clicked open, and two people looking around their 20's stepped inside. One had long black and brown hair, a blue-green top, brown rok and long white socks. The boy volgende to her had short brown and blonde hair and...
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