Leslie's expression darkened instantly.
If looks could kill, Jack would've been six feet under.
Even Phoebe seemed to sense the tension. She glanced briefly at Jack before turning back to Leslie.
"So, what were you saying?"
Leslie forced a smile, smoothing out his tone. "I was hoping you'd come with me to a friend's birthday party tonight."
Then, as if worried she might misunderstand, he quickly added, "Just as friends, of course. Everyone knows we're not together, and my friends understand that too."
Phoebe didn't seem particularly interested. She wasn't the type to enjoy these kinds of events anyway. But considering that Leslie's friends had gone out of their way to shower her with expensive gifts on her birthday, skipping out entirely felt a little rude.
Before she could give an answer, Jack cut in.
"Hey, about that History of Finance book—can I borrow yours? My copy's missing the last hundred pages."
Phoebe turned to him, frowning slightly as she said, "But I just saw you with your book yesterday."
"Yeah, but I realized the last section got torn out somehow," Jack said quickly. "I really need to review it. Can you lend me yours now?"
Before she could reply, Leslie snapped.
"You've got to be kidding me." His voice dripped with frustration. "Are you seriously interrupting just to talk about a damn book? Can't you see she's busy?"
He had already been on edge around Jack. Now, he was seething.
If Phoebe wasn't standing right there, he would've loved nothing more than to smash his fist into Jack's smug face.
Phoebe hesitated.
Leslie had a point—Jack's timing was terrible. But something in his expression made her pause.
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