Cleo looked curiously at Harry's figure who had returned and was driving.
"What are you talking about?"
Harry smiled faintly.
"Just a farewell and a small warning."
Cleo frowned. Harry moved gently to stroke Cleo's head.
"We don't see each other so often. So I have to greet him properly. So don't think about unnecessary things. And be happy that you managed to talk to them today."
Cleo spontaneously forgot the little anxiety that had arisen from the strange atmosphere that had gathered around Harry and Oscar when they were together.
"I managed to get their phone number. Using this way, they'll call me every once in a while because it looks like I've caught their attention. Or vice versa."
Harry was happy if Cleo was happy.
They then enjoyed the sunset on their way to get home. While Harry's driver was originally in charge of dropping off and picking up Cleo, Harry asked him to take Oscar back to his house.
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