Lara's POV
The wind gently swirled around me as I came to a stop in front of Graham. He stood there, waiting for me at the gate. As I looked around, I noticed there were no other girls hovering around him, which was quite a miracle.
"Who were you looking at?" he asked, his eyebrows furrowing.
"Your girls?" I retorted, not holding back.
Instead of answering, he just laughed at my response. "Let's go? You want coffee?"
"I want it. But not with you," I replied, straightforward and unwavering.
He smirked and shot back, "You have no choice. You didn't have a friend. Look, they didn't want to connect with a war-freak princess."
I raised an eyebrow to indicate that he was mistaken about me not having friends.
"So, what does that mean?"
"I have a friend now," I said confidently, though it
