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Tristan raised his eyebrow and gave her an incredulous look. "Zoryn was pretending to be a journalist, and asking pretty rude questions that were really none of her business. She was even happy asking me the questions thinking it was okay to ask those things. So I doubt it was because she was having a bad day." He paused and grinned at her last comment. "I do, don't I?" He said with a chuckle.
"That's okay. I know how busy we Professors are. I was amazed that Camilla and Gaston even had time to do it." Maybe he shouldn't have brought him up, but he knew something was going on. Thank goodness she had finally decided to actually tell him what was wrong with her. He knew it had something to do with him. He pulled his chair closer to the table, and grabbed her hand. "Rosie what's going on? You know you can tell me. Why aren't you talking, I thought you two were in love and engaged?" Seriously, what was going on. He hated to see her this way. The sadness clung to her like a static filled sock.
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