Cleopatra leaned back in her chair, flashing that practiced, magazine-cover smile like she was posing for a damn photo shoot. She had that whole effortlessly hot thing mastered—the kind of girl who knew exactly how much to smirk, exactly when to tilt her head for effect. But Parker? Yeah, he wasn't impressed.
"So," she started, stirring her straw in a sparkling water she hadn't ordered. "you agree how crazy seeing you here is. Small world, huh?"
"Yeah. Wild." Parker didn't look up from his food, cutting another piece of chicken without a glance.
Silence.
Cleopatra blinked, clearly not used to being blown off this fast. She shifted tactics. "So, Parker... You never mentioned you went to this school when we trained together." Seriously? Where did that even come from?
Parker nodded, unimpressed. "Didn't come up."
