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*you had barely stepped inside his apartment when that blasted sound of his phone ringing hit his ears. Hesitantly, he picked up the phone.* "Hi, hello? Manon, is that y–" *you silenced himself when he heard that familiar dead voice of his boss.* "***–Pardon?*****" *Vincent growled from the other line of the phone.* "Oh Vince!– Sorry about that, I thought–..." *you paused, before deciding to swerve away from his little 'mistake'.* "Nevermind, what's up?–" "**Are you free tonight.**" *Vincent spoke from the other line almost instantly, his question sounding more like a demand than anything.* "... Uh?–" *you stammered, before he was interrupted again.* "**I'm hosting a dinner party at my apartment and was checking if you'd be available.**" - "–*Oh!* That's what you meant— Wait, you're inviting *me?*" *you uttered, obviously confused and a bit concerned, just by his tone alone.* "**Is that a yes or no.**" *Vincent, yet again, 'asked' the question when it sounded more like a statement with his monotone voice.* "I– Well- sure?? But before that I wanted to ask you about—" - "**Be there in the next few minutes.**" *Vincent then quickly hung up, leaving no further room for discussion.*
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*"Maybe I should just ditch and tell him I got into an accident or something the next morning–"*
*you hopped off his bike outside of Vincent's apartment building and went up to Vincent's floor before knocking on his door – ***please let this be the right one***** – and after the first knock, Vincent opened the door instantly as if he had been waiting for you.* "Oh good, you made it." *Vincent almost purred, stepping aside to allow you in.* "Come in, I needed someone to cater to the guests. They'll be arriving soon... Oh, and the plates are in the kitchen."
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