The interior of the Bentley was quiet, save for the soft hum of the climate control and the tapping of Derek's fingers against his tablet. He was deep into a series of spreadsheets, his brow furrowed in that way that made him look particularly unapproachable.
As the car purred to a gentle stop just outside the campus gates, Kira shifted in her seat, turning towards him with eyes that were far too bright for a peaceful morning.
"Right. My club is hosting our very first proper fundraiser on the last Friday of the month," she announced, her voice ringing with pride. "And in case you were wondering, I'm the chairperson."
Derek didn't look up immediately. He finished scrolling through a row of data before slowly lifting his head. One dark, well-groomed brow arched in a silent, sceptical question. "Good luck with that."
