Nicholas was scratching his head, trying to figure things out. "Who are you texting? You never reply when we message you."
Dylan casually nudged Nicholas's head away and rolled up the car window.
Nicholas, standing outside, knocked on the glass. "I've got a meeting with some university officials. Since you're here, wanna grab dinner later?"
"No time."
Nicholas was left wondering why Dylan even bothered showing up. Just as he was about to leave, a car pulled up in front of Dylan's, and the window rolled down to reveal Clara's gorgeous face. She gave Dylan a friendly wave.
"Mr. Dylan, I just booked a table. Care to join me for dinner?"
Dylan rolled his window back down, chuckled, and said, "Sure."
Nicholas, still standing there, was floored. What just happened, dude??? He was starting to question if he was seeing things.
Right then, Nicholas's assistant came over and whispered, "Mr. Nicholas, it's time to go."
But something made Nicholas open Dylan's car door and hop in. He told his assistant, "Reschedule the meeting. Tell them something came up."
As he settled in, he glanced over at Clara in the other car. "Ms. Clara, mind if I join you for dinner?"
Clara was cool with it. She'd gotten a heads-up from Scarlette about Nicholas's plans and managed to get ahead, so she figured keeping things friendly was the way to go.
Her car led the way, unaware of the tension in the car behind.
Dylan's face had noticeably darkened. Nicholas, being his usual nosy self, kept a close watch.
Dylan wasn't much of a talker, so the drive was silent. When they arrived at a private dining spot, Nicholas finally spoke.
"I ask you to dinner, and you're busy. But when she asks, you're all in. Dylan, something's up."
Nicholas had a knack for digging into things when they didn't seem right.
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