Shana couldn't shake off her irritation as she returned to her book. Why was she so bothered by his mere presence? Quinn's calm demeanor only seemed to exacerbate her frustration.
"Shana, right?" Quinn's voice interrupted her thoughts.
She looked up, taken aback by how he knew her name. "I don't remember telling you my name," she replied, annoyance evident on her face.
Quinn pointed towards her necklace. "Oh," she realized, "my father gave it to me as a birthday present."
"I'm Quinn. Quinn Dawson," he introduced himself, seemingly unfazed by her curt response.
"I don't remember asking for your name," Shana retorted, her irritation growing.
"You're really rude," Quinn remarked, a hint of amusement in his voice.
Shana bristled at his comment. "If you think annoying me is gonna make me leave, then I suggest you save your strength," she shot back, determined not to let him get under her skin.