A R I A
The café door swings shut behind us, the hum of chatter and the hiss of steaming milk fading into the background. Outside, the crisp evening air bites at my cheeks, but I'm too busy packing up my notebook to notice.
"That wasn't so bad, right?" I glance at Lucian as he slings his bag over his shoulder.
He smirks, his hands shoved deep into his pockets. "Didn't realize you were trying to kill me with the sheer volume of your notes."
I laugh, tucking my notebook into my bag. "Hey, you're the one who needed help catching up. I take thorough notes. Not my fault if you're overwhelmed by my brilliance."
He snorts, his amber eyes catching mine briefly before flicking away. "I think you mean obsessed with the sound of your own voice."
"You're just mad I kept outsmarting you."
"Outsm
