Every year, the conference wasn't just a battle of wits between universities; it was a stage to flaunt the students' prowess. Way more intense than those high school speeches.
Mirabella eyed the slides on the stage, letting out a soft tut.
Thank goodness she was just along for the ride and not in the hot seat. Otherwise, she'd be going bald before her time.
The morning zipped by in no time.
Lunch was set up at Riverside University's East Dining Hall. After wrapping up the morning session, a guide led the student crew over.
And who else but Summer was their guide? Even though she almost lost it over Mirabella's earlier attitude, she stuck to her duties.
Summer led them to the dining hall and left without a second glance at Mirabella, as if they were complete strangers, just like Mirabella had claimed that morning.
Watching Summer walk away, Patrick adjusted his glasses. "They say women and petty folks are tough to get along with. Seems there's a nugget of truth there."
He’d sensed some serious attitude from her earlier, but now, she was unreadable.
Mirabella, the lady in question, raised an eyebrow at him. "Patrick, I bet you don’t have a girlfriend, right?"
"Mira, let’s keep it friendly and skip the personal digs, okay?" Patrick replied with a mock-serious tone.
As long as he didn't let it get to him, no one else could either.
Mirabella mimed zipping her lips.
Patrick chuckled, shaking his head, and got up. "What’s everyone craving? I’ll grab us some grub."
"I’m in," Blaze chimed in.
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