"So," she said confidently, brushing her bangs aside, "you'll join, right?"
She leaned back like she'd already sealed the deal.
And honestly, that smug confidence made it way easier to say what I said next.
"However," I said with a smile, "I refuse."
"Okay, then I'll just—wait, what?"
The smugness cracked instantly.
Her head tilted. Her brows furrowed. That practiced confidence wavered like a glitch in her programming.
"You refuse?"
"That's right," I said, leaning forward. "You threatened me, tried to blackmail me into your club, and now you're shocked I said no? You don't even know what 'recruitment' means, do you?"
She looked genuinely confused, which honestly made it more satisfying.
"But I thought… I mean, I gave you a way out of the photo thing. I even offered you a club. That's a cool opportunity."
"And I offered you a chance to not get your face magically rearranged in the near future."
