Valerie stared at him, utterly baffled.
"Why would I regret it?"
She had studied journalism, but her goal had always been hosting, not field reporting!
Who said a journalism degree meant you had to dodge bullets as a correspondent?
"You don't regret it?" Julian eyed her suspiciously.
As if calculating the statistical probability of her lying.
"No, I don't."
Julian went completely silent.
Watching from the sidelines, things clicked into place for Nora.
Julian wasn't malicious; he was just an eccentric academic with rigid, antiquated views. He operated on a strict internal logic and judged everything and everyone through that singular lens.
In harsher terms, he was just incredibly stubborn.
It made sense why people always said geniuses had glaring social deficits.
God had clearly maxed out his intellect while completely boarding up his windows of emotional intelligence.
Valerie, still reeling from the whiplash, wasn't used to the sudden quiet.
"Why did you stop arguing?"
Julian blinked, then tilted his head slightly in confusion.
It was a testament to the sheer power of physical beauty.
That one innocent, slightly lost head tilt instantly wiped out all of Valerie's lingering irritation, replacing it entirely with a surge of pink, romantic haze.
Nora watched the transition and fought the urge to roll her eyes. Her friend was already half-smitten, proving this blind date was going to end in the most unexpected way possible.
Sure enough, Julian spoke up. "I think we can revisit this debate at a later date. I apologize. I temporarily forgot we were on a blind date."
Valerie let out a loud snort of laughter.
The suffocating tension vanished into thin air.
"Are you saying you operate on a single-core processor? You can't argue and date at the same time?"
Julian paused, processing the metaphor.



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