Diana didn't even look tired. Nor did she even break that much of a sweat.
He, on the other hand, would break if he ran a few minutes longer and this was hurting his ego.
"What are you looking at, Stefanos? Got something to say?" Glyn grinned at him as if she knew he was at his limits.
Stefanos finally forced himself to come to a stop.
His chest heaved for a few seconds and he straightened up, lifting a brow at him. "What even are you?"
"What do you mean?" she feigned cluelessness.
"You don't look athletic to me and I'm unsure how you could run this far. You don't look tired. You've even barely broken a sweat?" He was genuinely curious.
Glyn had no answer. So, she shrugged in response.
Stefanos furrowed his brows and turned away from her, walking over to the bench to pick up his bottle of water. He sat down and she took a seat next to him.
"So, are you going to take me on a date now, Mr. Rassi?"
"If you ask me that one more time, I'll throw this bottle at you."
