At the studio, Vivienne was an incredibly dedicated instructor. Half an hour into the session, she let out a long sigh of admiration. "I really feel like in a few months, I won't have anything left to teach you."
Willow grinned, leaning into her playful banter. "Then I guess I'll just have to teach you instead! We can call it even!"
Vivienne let out an exasperated laugh, gently pinching the soft flesh of Willow's cheek. "You little brat, are you trying to usurp your master?"
Willow blinked with exaggerated innocence. "Your Majesty, I'm innocent! Allow this humble servant to buy you dinner as an apology, yes?"
Vivienne nodded in satisfaction. "Request granted."
Willow beamed. "Thank you for your infinite mercy."
Vivienne couldn't help but shake her head at Willow's quirky, infectious personality. She lightly tapped her forehead, then changed clothes so they could grab dinner together.
Willow had chosen a highly renowned Western restaurant nearby. The food and quality were strictly top-tier, though nabbing a reservation was notoriously difficult.
She had been planning to treat Vivienne to a meal for a while, so she booked the table two days in advance.
Once Vivienne was ready, the two headed out.
They had just sat down and placed their orders when Willow heard a familiar voice drifting over from the table right behind them. "Mr. Skye, I truly have the utmost respect and admiration for you. I know you've seen what's been happening online lately. What I did in the past was wrong, but I'm actively changing..."
The voice belonged to Tessa.
Willow raised a brow, instinctively making eye contact with Vivienne. Both master and student shared a look of sheer disbelief.
When it rains, it pours. They were just out for a nice dinner, and they still managed to run into this absolute nightmare!


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