Zoe Meyer smiled at Lucas Quinn, her expression like that of a talent scout with no hint of anything unusual.
But hidden deep inside her was a flutter of excitement.
She had noticed a faint, fresh fragrance in the dormitory, similar to the impression Lucas gave her.
He stood by the door, and she just looked at him.
The young man was wearing a dark blue long-sleeved loose top with a simple design and a white logo embroidered on the chest. Because he had just been making bracelets, his sleeves were rolled up, revealing his wrists.
He had his pretty brows lowered, and his slender fingers were idly spinning a small screwdriver in his right hand.
It was just a perfectly normal outfit and an unintentional gesture that seemed to hit Zoe Meyer right in the heart.
Zoe Meyer extended an olive branch to him.
She was waiting for his answer.
And he answered without a trace of hesitation.
"Not interested." He didn't even lift his eyes.
