The atmosphere was charged with tension—or at least it felt that way to Alex, who stood still as Evelyn's cold, emotionless voice pierced the silence again.
"You're going to the ball with me."
Alex blinked. Once. Twice. Had he heard that right?
"…What did you just say, Senior?"
Evelyn met his eyes with the same calm, unreadable gaze as before and repeated in the exact same tone, as if confirming a fact of nature.
"You're going to the ball with me."
That did it.
Alex snapped out of his stunned stupor, lips curving upward in a slow, almost smug grin. "Senior… I know I'm the most handsome person you've seen until now—no need to hide it—but asking me out on a date using the excuse of the Freshball Ball? That's just lazy. You know that, right?"
He raised a finger with mock solemnity. "Next time, try being more honest with yourself. You can just ask me out directly. I won't judge."
