[It's not entirely bad advice.]
"Yeah, no. Shut up," Parker snapped, dragging a hand down his face as if wiping away the sheer audacity of the suggestion. The system wasn't supposed to be this annoying—or this wrong.
Parker leaned back in the car seat, letting out a low hum as he mulled over the day's events. His phone was still clutched in the seat next to him, the screen dark now, but his thoughts weren't about notifications or emails anymore. Instead, his mind wandered back to those two girls he'd crossed paths with—Atalanta, trying way too hard to fade into the background, and Cassandra, with that unsettling aura that screamed she saw way more than she let on. Something about it all didn't sit right with him.