“I’m not going to fall in love with you,” Reese says flatly, crossing their legs as they sign the research waiver.

Theo adjusts his glasses. “Statistically, it’s unlikely. But not impossible.”

They raise a brow. “You always this romantic, Clarke?”

“Only when I’m forced to fake-date flamboyant chaos.”

Reese grins. “Oh, honey. You’ve got no idea what you’ve just signed up for.”