“Bonjour.” “Mr. Miles?” “Oui.” “Vous avez des visiteurs.” (Translation: You have some visitors.) I frown. “Qui est-ce?” (Translation: Who is it?) “Juste une minute.” (Translation: Just a minute.) He passes the phone to someone. “Tris?” I frown and screw up my face in confusion . . . what? “Harry?” “Come and get us.” My eyes nearly bulge from their sockets. “I’ll be right down.” I run to the door and hit the elevator button. They’re here.
Omg stop this is so cute
