"You know we're not just going in there for dinner, right?"
"I know. It's a show. For the vultures."
"And you're the leading lady. Try not to look like you want to stab your co-star." Logan smirked, clearly amused by her.
Jean turned her head slowly, eyes narrowing. "Only if the co star stops acting like the world revolves around him."
Logan chuckled. "I'm charming. That's different."
"Delusional. That's what you are."
He turned slightly toward her, resting his elbow casually on the back of the seat. "Just follow my lead there. Hold my hand. Laugh a little. Maybe gaze at me like I'm not the bane of your existence."
Jean scoffed. "If I laugh, it's because you'll probably choke on your overpriced wine."
He leaned closer, voice lowering. "You're doing it again."
"Doing what?"
"Being difficult. You realize the whole point is to look like we're in love, right? Not like we're plotting each other's murder."
Jean raised a brow. "You mean we're not?"
