*Isabella's POV*
I quickly hurried to change the subject, eager to avoid delving deeper into that conversation. "What about you? Where did you study?" I asked, trying to sound casual.
He looked at me with an amused smirk. "So, you stalk me through magazines but fail to learn the basic stuff," he teased, a chuckle in his voice.
I blinked, caught off guard. "I studied in Colombia. Double majored in Business and Computer Science," he replied casually.
"Really?" I asked, genuinely impressed.
He raised an eyebrow, amused. "You seem surprised," he said, a hint of playfulness in his tone. I looked away, nervously wringing my hands. "You don't strike me as a computer geek," I murmured, feeling a bit self-conscious.
He lowered his voice to a whisper in my ear. "Didn't you hear? Computer geek
