He rolled his eyes.
Rolled. His. Eyes.
Excuse me?
What do you think of yourself? she fumed silently, returning the gesture.
Unfortunately, Gilles had witnessed the entire exchange and was now fighting laughter beside her.
Perfect.
"This is Damien Ruiz," the professor announced.
The name lingered in the air.
"Take a seat, Damien."
There were only three seats left. Two in the front row.
And one.
Right beside Jacqueline.
Of course.
The tall stranger walked down the aisle without a word and dropped into the empty seat next to her.
Silence settled thickly between them.
Jacqueline blinked and glanced at Gilles, who was still wearing that infuriating smirk.
Oh no.
She would not give him the satisfaction.
Determined to wipe that grin off his face, she turned toward the silent newcomer.
Damien.
Unique name.
"Hey!" she said brightly, offering him one of her signature smiles.
He didn't even look at her.
Not a glance.
Did he just ignore me?
A snicker escaped Gilles.
