Rooftop Bonding

The convention center was quiet now, save for the hum of cleaning crews and the faint rustle of programs being swept into bins. Ava leaned against the wall near the elevator, her heels dangling from one hand and her hair falling loose from its earlier updo. The day had been a whirlwind of matchmaking mayhem, Julian's smug superiority, and Ethan's chocolate fountain disaster. She'd survived—barely—but at what cost? Her sanity was hanging by a thread, and her patience for Ryan's constant teasing wasn't far behind.

Ryan strolled up, hands stuffed in his pockets, looking far too relaxed for someone who had just survived a war zone of romance. "You look like you've been through a blender," he said, eyeing her rumpled dress and the faint chocolate smear on her hemline.

"Thanks for the observation, Captain Obvious," Ava muttered, too tired to even glare at him.