Welcoming Mariane

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"Welcome to Luna Noir Café…" The receptionist paused her words as she finally clocked in on who was before her.

"We welcome all kinds of customers, Sir Emir. However, please refrain from repeating the events of last time, it was uncomfortable for the cleaners to remove 'that' while someone was watching it all happen as he ate our pastries."

With a raised eyebrow, Emir snickered:

"C'mon, you can't blame me, blame yourselves. Showing me such good-looking sweets at the entrance, who can resist stuffing himself after a long day of negotiations?"

Mariane, standing right behind him, kept out of the conversation, acting like she was hearing none of it, although she understood what the receptionist meant by 'that.'

The receptionist rolled her eyes. 

"Understood, Sir, please excuse my words, I didn't mean anything harmful by them."