She turned back stiffly, staring ahead.
Stupid, arrogant Damien.
"Here goes nothing," she whispered under her breath.
Drawing in a steady breath, Jacqueline walked toward him with measured, almost regal steps as though she wasn't marching straight into potential humiliation. She slid smoothly into the chair opposite him.
He didn't look up.
Didn't even register her presence.
He remained focused on his food as if she were invisible.
She refused to glance at her friends. They were definitely grinning like idiots right now.
Jacqueline cleared her throat dramatically.
That worked partially.
He paused mid-bite for exactly two seconds.
Then resumed eating.
Still not looking at her.
She cleared her throat again, louder this time.
Without lifting his gaze, he calmly grabbed his can of Coke and set it in front of her.
Her cheeks flamed instantly.
Behind her, she heard the explosive, shameless laughter of her ridiculous friends.
