"Look who we have here," he said, voice dripping with playful arrogance. "Ladies, we meet again. This must be fate."
The girls froze for a split second, their previous amusement tinged with annoyance. Ifeoma's jaw tightened, but her eyes sparkled with quiet defiance. She had learned something today: she wouldn't be rattled so easily.
"Fate?" Adanna arched an eyebrow, her tone dripping with sarcasm. "I'd call it unfortunate coincidence."
Philip's group snickered, clearly savoring the drama. Undeterred, he gestured toward the bumper cars. "How about we settle this properly? A little friendly competition. Men versus girls."
Ifeoma scoffed, crossing her arms. "Competition? Are you sure you can handle the humiliation?"
"Oh, we're sure," another boy chimed in, cracking his knuckles with exaggerated confidence. "We don't lose."
Olaedo chuckled softly, her gaze slicing through them like a knife. "That's quite the claim, considering your earlier retreat was anything but victorious."
