The declaration stunned Daphne.
Everett was equally speechless.
Both knew Sam was interested in her; it was obvious.
But neither expected him to just blurt it out so boldly.
Seeing Daphne's shocked expression, Sam patted his chest, fully committing to the moment.
"Daphne, since it's out in the open... I'm just going to ask. Will you be my girlfriend?"
His tone was utterly self-assured, leaving Daphne drowning in hesitation.
If asked about her type, she preferred introverted men who complemented her personality.
Otherwise, she wouldn't have fallen for Everett in the first place.
And Sam was the exact opposite of Everett.
Sam was a textbook jock—straightforward, loud, and brutally direct.
Even his confession completely lacked any sense of romance.
But she couldn't bring herself to reject him on the spot.
Doing so right in front of Everett would be a massive blow to Sam's pride.
Worse, she feared that turning Sam down would give Everett the false hope that she was still hung up on him.
A bizarre silence fell over the entrance of the Eclipse Noir Club.
Sam stared at Daphne.
Everett stared at Daphne.
Despite the winter chill, Daphne felt like she was squirming under their intense scrutiny, practically breaking a sweat.
After a long pause, she finally found her voice.
"Well..."
Looking at Sam's hopeful face, the words felt heavy on her tongue.
"Let me think about it..."


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