Noah felt his heart warm. "You're impossible."
"Impossibly charming? I guess so," she suggested with an innocent expression that fooled absolutely no one.
"Impossibly persistent," he corrected, though his tone lacked any real annoyance.
"I prefer 'dedicated to my craft,'" Lola replied with mock dignity before breaking into genuine laughter at his expression.
Noah glanced toward the two new premium item displays, noting they weren't fully stocked to twelve units since the twenty-four-hour production cycle hadn't completed yet. However, eight items sat ready on the shelf—enough for his immediate needs.
"I need to take some inventory for personal use," Noah announced, reaching to take a single stock from each premium item available on the shelves.
"Planning something special?" Lola asked with curiosity, her ruby eyes tracking his hands as he collected the enhancement items.
