293: SIGHTED

LUKE'S POV Sitting across from Daria, her words hung in the air, pregnant with implication. I could feel a tension building within me, a sense of unease that refused to dissipate. But before I could formulate a response, she spoke again, her voice smooth as silk. "I have to be honest with you, Luke," she began, her gaze unwavering. "I couldn't help but notice you from across the room. You're quite... captivating." I blinked in surprise, caught off guard by her sudden confession. "Say what now?" I asked, my disbelief evident in my tone. Daria smiled, leaning forward slightly. "I like you, Luke. A lot," she continued, her words dripping with seduction. "You're so handsome, so dashing, so lovely. I'm a hundred percent sure that you could satisfy me in ways I've only dreamed of." I couldn't help but chuckle at her brazenness, though it was tinged with discomfort. "I appreciate the compliment," I replied, trying to keep my tone neutral. "But trust me l, I'm not interested."