Julian’s smile didn’t waver. “Observant.”
His method was simple: find the fantasy, kill it. Romantic Killer
For the first time in his career, Julian had nothing to say. Julian’s smile didn’t waver
Luna just stared at him. Then she laughed. It was a sound like wind chimes falling down stairs. Luna just stared at him
“There is no most important thing,” he snarled. “There’s only compatibility scores, shared trauma responses, and the sunk cost fallacy.”
He introduced a charming, handsome “old friend” (a professional actor) to flirt with her. Luna looked the actor up and down, yawned, and asked if he knew the difference between a raven and a crow. The actor did not. She turned back to Julian and whispered, “Your friend’s a dummy. You, however, are a very smart dummy.”
“I can’t stay,” he whispered. “I’m the Romantic Killer.”