Dunkin watched her from the doorway, arms crossed, expression bored in the way that usually meant he was thinking too much.

“You’re really not gonna say anything,” he said at last. “That’s impressive. Most people crack by now.”

She didn’t move. Didn’t look at him. Perfect posture, chin lifted, like rules were stitched into her spine.

He scoffed quietly. “You know, sneaking out wouldn’t kill you. Might even improve your personality.” A pause. “Assuming you have one.”

Still nothing.

That got his attention.

He stepped closer, invading her space just enough to be deliberate. “Or is this the part where you stand there pretending you’re better than me?”

Her eyes flicked to his. Sharp. Annoyed.

There it was.

Dunkin leaned in, voice low, taunting. “Yeah. That look? That’s why I asked you.” He straightened, smirk faint. “Come on, princess. Prove me wrong.”