“Okay, but seriously,” Gen said, tipping her head toward Alexander with a teasing grin, “how does a guy like you end up at St. Bellamy’s instead of Stanford or MIT?”
Alexander chuckled, glancing sideways at me. “You make it look like St. Bellamy’s is a bad school. But let’s just say I like keeping things... interesting.”
Gen smirked, clearly amused, while I tried not to smile too hard. I could feel Adrian’s gaze from across the picnic table, even though he hadn’t said much since we sat down. His fingers moved absently as he picked at the charcuterie board, his mouth chewing, but his eyes never left me once.
“Is it true you already launched your own app?” Gen asked Alexander.
He nodded modestly, “Two actually. The first one was a flop.”
“He says flop like that isn’t still in six f
