| Victoria [14:06]
| I assume you've seen it by now.
| Or are you letting the suspense drag just to be dramatic?
Damien exhaled softly, amused.
He thumbed a reply—slow, deliberate.
| Damien [14:07]
| Is that your way of asking for my score, Langley?
| Or are you just anxious I'll outperform the notes you gave me?
From the front row, she sat with textbook posture—back straight, packet open in front of her—but she hadn't turned a single page since sitting down. Her fingers didn't twitch, her eyes didn't flinch.
But Damien could see it.
The flicker of movement.
The tilt of her head.
The way she kept her body still—because she was trying a little too hard not to look back.
Then another buzz.
| Victoria [14:08]
| Heh…
| I'm just curious if you'll finally learn your place after this.
| And stop bothering people with useless requests.
Damien's eyes stayed on her. That calm, composed silhouette. So proper. So neat. So sure.
He let the smirk rise again, slow and crooked.
