She waves at me, demanding the phone, so I pass it over to her. “You seriously need to stop suffocating the girl,” Cyrille snaps. “It’s a routine check-up, not open heart surgery. In any case, I will be with her.” She nods and agrees with whatever Misha is saying. “Yes, I know. No, I won’t let her out of my sight. Yes. Yes. No. Okay. Bye, you overprotective weirdo.”
She hands my phone back to me with a smirk. She’s in a good mood today.
“The two of you are nauseatingly cute,” she remarks. “Like, I’m actually feeling a little queasy now.”
“Speaking of nauseatingly cute, how is Pavel doing?”
She blushes but tries to hide it. “He’s fine. We’re actually meeting for dinner after your appointment. We’re keeping things casual.”
“But you’re breaking bread together now. That’s a step up from c
