Rey grabbed Allen's phone, eyes scanning Selina's message. The text was painfully obvious—begging Allen to show up at some company mixer, desperate for eye candy to boost their image.
'Seriously? A mixer?' Rey's internal eye-roll was practically audible. 'What a waste of time.'
"So," Rey said, voice casual but sharp, "her company's little social gathering. You planning to show?"
"Hard pass," Allen shot back without hesitation.
"Perfect. I'll take care of it." Rey's fingers flew across the screen, typing a swift rejection.
Allen's gaze cut sideways. "What's your deal with Selina anyway? You actually into her or just messing around?"
Rey's thumb froze mid-swipe. Something complicated flickered behind his eyes—raw, unguarded for just a second.
"If you're just screwing with her head for kicks," Allen pressed, "maybe knock it off."
"What, you her knight in shining armor now?" The jealousy in Rey's voice was razor-thin but unmistakable.
