'The last time we met, I was trying to kidnap you for several million royals.'
That was the answer that wanted to leave her lips but saying that aloud in public was the kind of decision that ended with her being deleted from existence by a spatial distortion…
Sure she could turn into mist but she truly doubted that she would be able to survive a direct attack from him.
Every instinct screamed at her to come up with something, anything, that didn't end with her body scattered across six dimensions.
'Come on, Liora, think!' she scolded herself. 'You're a genius investor, this should be a piece of cake.'
"I just…" she began, lowering her eyes to the floor, "…wanted to sit next to you."
It came out soft like a confession she wasn't sure she was ready to make.
Inside, she cringed.
'That's the best I could come up with?! He's going to reject me, isn't he?'
Who just walked up to a random man in a café and asked to sit beside him?
This was ridiculous.
