Mira barely stepped into the hallway before Camille gripped her shoulders.

"Mira, you almost gave me a heart attack!" Camille gasped, shaking her lightly. "How...HOW did you and Adrian end up with that final plan? I swear, I thought you two were about to go full gladiator mode, and then BOOM! You’re suddenly co-authors of a national policy?"

Elias crossed his arms. "I didn’t know Adrian had this side to him. He was so… composed, strategic, completely in control, like some kind of debating warlord."

"Forget that," Elara cut in, her eyes sparkling. "He was deadly handsome up there. The confidence, the intellect, the cold, piercing gaze? Mira, how did you even argue with him without getting distracted?"

Mira gave her a flat look. "Because I was focusing on winning, Elara."

Luca smirked, his grin full of mischief. "Winning? Oh no, Mira you melted the ice prince. Think about it! Adrian, the untouchable, stone-cold logic machine, until you came along with your fiery passion and undeniable charm, broke through the frost. He was practically engaged in that debate, Mira! Before today, did anyone even know Adrian could make facial expressions?"

Elara gasped. "Oh my God, you’re right! He smirked! I saw it! He smirked at you, Mira!"

Elias, ever the voice of reason, sighed. "You guys are reading way too much into this."

"Are we?" Luca wiggled his eyebrows. "Because I remember an entire room chanting ‘Date! Date! Date!’ and Adrian didn’t shut it down. If he really had no interest, he would’ve said something like, ‘This conversation is irrelevant to the discussion at hand’ and vaporized us all with his stare."

"Alright, alright, that’s enough!" Mira groaned, throwing her hands up.

"We’re just saying," Elara smirked. "You and Adrian? Fire and ice. Classic pairing."

Mira huffed, ready to snap back when her bag shifted; a small notebook tumbled from the side pocket.

❧

Just as Adrian finished up his conversation with the experts and walked out, he halted for a brief second, watching as the notebook tumbled a few inches ahead. Without a word, he stepped forward, bent down, and picked it up.

Mira’s debate notes.

Adrian’s sharp eyes scanned the familiar scribbles on the open page, quick, passionate, yet precise handwriting. She had counterpoints marked in bold, little arrows linking her thoughts together, and… was that a tiny doodle of a fire symbol next to his name?

He blinked. Fire and ice. Seriously?

Adrian’s fingers tapped against the notebook thoughtfully.

He could return it now… or later.

❧

The hour had grown late, leaving the dorm lounge in a comfortable silence that Mira savored. Having lost track of time chatting with friends earlier, she was now the sole occupant, curled into the corner armchair like a cat seeking warmth. The steam from her tea curled into the air as she tried to focus on her phone, though her eyelids were beginning to feel heavy.

The sound of the door opening made her look up. Adrian entered, pausing by the threshold to survey the dim room before he reached into his bag and produced a notebook, her notebook. She realized with a jolt, its cracked spine unmistakably familiar. He crossed the lounge, closing the distance in seconds to stand beside her chair.

“You’re surprisingly easy to track,” he said, his tone dry yet gentle.

Mira sat up straight; the sight of the notebook in his hand sent a flush of embarrassment through her. She snatched a glance at his face, trying to read his intent.

“…Were you tracking me?” she asked, narrowing her eyes.

“Not intentionally,” he replied, holding the item out to her. “You left this behind.”

She reached out, the tips of her fingers brushing against the warmth of his skin as she took it. She flipped it open immediately, checking the pages with suspicion to see if the spine had been cracked further or pages dog-eared. Adrian stood over her, hands sliding into his pockets. Mira caught the flash of calm amusement in his eyes as she flipped through the pages

“Did you at least resist the urge to read it?” she muttered, half to herself.

“If I wanted to analyze your thoughts, I wouldn’t need your notes.”

That earned a short, surprised laugh from her. He was so matter-of-fact about his own arrogance that it was strangely charming. Mira shifted her legs, uncurling from her defensive posture to make space in the conversation. To her surprise, Adrian accepted the invitation, taking the seat opposite her.

Mira leaned back, crossing her arms.

“I have to say,” she began, her voice laced with playful sarcasm, “I didn’t know you had that side of you, standing there like some confident minister, brushing off every interrogation like it was beneath you.”

Adrian’s face remained composed, though a spark of entertainment lit his eyes.

“Didn’t you think I could handle it?”

Mira scoffed. “I mean… you did give a certain impression before.”

The words slipped out freely. But the moment she saw the way Adrian’s gaze sharpened, focusing entirely on her, she realized she had stepped right into a verbal trap.

“And what impression was that?”

Mira flinched internally. She wasn't about to admit she’d thought he was stiff or unapproachable.

“Some parts of your argument,” she said, quickly changing the topic, “weren’t exactly in our agreement.”

Adrian’s voice took on a light, teasing note, entirely unfazed.

“I gave you an opportunity. You took it. Really, you should be thanking me.”

Mira gave a short, dry breath of disbelief. “Oh, sure. Thank you, Adrian, for nearly making me have a heart attack on stage.”

“You seemed fine to me,” he said, deadpan. “In fact, you were thriving.”

Mira let out a groan, slumping deeper into her seat, defeated by his logic. He wasn't wrong, which only made it worse.

“Ugh. Why do you have to be so infuriating?”

“It’s a skill,” he replied flatly.

She narrowed her eyes but smiled anyway.

“Still. Next time? A little warning before you pull a stunt like that.”

Adrian’s tone remained dry. “Where’s the fun in that?”

Without hesitation, Mira grabbed the nearest throw pillow and chucked it at him. He caught it easily, leaning just an inch to the left with a maddening smirk.

The air between them settled, comfortable and warm. Mira felt herself relaxing, enjoying the rare peaceful moment. Then, Adrian spoke again, casually.

“Speaking of stunts,” he said, “you never did get caught for that teleprompter incident.”

Mira froze. Her brain emptied in one breath. Every muscle in her body went rigid. “…Excuse me?” she managed.

Adrian leaned back, entirely relaxed, watching her with mild interest, like a professor waiting for a student to confess known facts.

“At the sustainability summit,” Adrian said with a casual tone. “Minister Hartford. The teleprompter.”

Mira stared at him, jaw slack. The memory of her little act of sabotage rushed back, the adrenaline, the hacked text, the chaos. She had told no one.

“You were there?”

He nodded once. “Yes.”

“You didn’t tell anyone?!”

Adrian answered, unbothered.

“Why would I?”

Mira’s brain whirred, trying to keep pace with the revelation. He had seen her. He had known all this time. The truth settled with a mix of horror.

“Oh my god,” she breathed. “You actually enjoyed that, didn’t you?”

Adrian tilted his head slightly, weighing her words. “It was… interesting.”

She narrowed her eyes, the pieces of their past interactions clicking together in a way that made her stomach flip.

“Wait a minute…” she said slowly. “You recognized me from the beginning!”

A silence fell between them. His expression remained calm, yet the way he looked at her now held a new depth. He looked like someone waiting for her to catch up to him.

“What do you think?” he said.

Mira inhaled sharply. “You did.”

He maintained his silence, leaving the implication between them. She sat up straighter, suddenly seeing him in a new light. The coincidence of their meeting in Vermillion hadn't been any chance; he had just been watching.

“Then why,” she asked slowly, “did you act like you didn’t know me when we met again in Vermillion? Like I was just some stranger?”

Adrian’s gaze held hers. “And if I had acknowledged it?” he asked.

Mira blinked. “I...what?”

“If I had told you right then that I remembered you,” he continued, “what would you have done?”

She opened her mouth, ready to shoot back, then the words stalled. She knew the truth. She guarded her privacy fiercely. If a strange guy had walked up to her and admitted he knew she was a saboteur... She would have shut down. She would have built walls, questioned his motives, perhaps even disappeared altogether.

“So… you were testing me?” she asked.

“I was curious,” he replied simply.

Mira echoed the word, feeling a strange vulnerability. “Curious?”

Adrian nodded. “You were the kind of person who could rewrite a government official’s speech in real time and walk away without a flicker of guilt.”

She smirked, reclaiming a bit of her ground. “I call that a public service.”

He ignored her deflection. “I wanted to see if that same person would still intrigue me in a different setting.”

The air in the lounge seemed to thin. Mira leaned in, her heart doing a traitorous little skip against her ribs.

“And? Did I?”

Finally, Adrian let a small, knowing smirk curve the corner of his mouth. “You’re still here, aren’t you?”

She felt a strange flutter rise inside, and tried to smother it with a scoff.

“Ugh. You really are insufferable.”

Mira watched him for a moment longer, her earlier irritation fading into a shade of unease. She thought she was the one figuring him out. But now, she realized that he had observed her long before she ever noticed him.

❧

The Global Sustainability Summit was one of the most prestigious events of the year, drawing world leaders, scientists, and activists into a grand, high-stakes stage. For Mira, it was just another battlefield. At only sixteen, she had already made a name for herself in environmental activism, but that didn’t mean people took her seriously, especially not Minister Callum Hartford. He was a powerful government official, notorious for dismissing youth-led movements as “idealistic noise.” He had publicly undermined her in a panel discussion earlier that day, cutting her off mid-sentence and speaking over her with that condescending smile.

Mira wanted payback. She saw the opportunity when she got access to the backstage system. The teleprompter team was full of volunteers, mostly university students who were excited just to be there. A few casual conversations, a flash of her press pass, and no one questioned her presence. When she spotted an unattended laptop with Hartford’s speech file open, the plan came together instantly. With a few quick, calculated edits, she subtly twisted the speech, just enough to turn it into a satirical self-sabotage.

The moment Hartford stepped onto the stage, Mira was perfectly calm. She stood in the crowd, watching as he read from the prompter, his smooth confidence unwavering, until it wasn’t. Hartford started, his usual confidence giving way to an unintentional awkwardness. He cleared his throat, shuffled his papers, and glanced at the audience.

"Well, I’m here to tell you... that, uh, we're not really going to make any substantial changes. You see, it's just not in the best interest of our economy." He stumbled slightly over his words, trying to regain his composure.

Then, finding his rhythm again, he looked down at the young activists in the room with a patronizing smile. "So let’s continue to pass legislation that sounds good, but in reality, leaves the door wide open for industries to keep making money while pretending to care." He paused, leaning forward slightly as if sharing some grand secret. "After all, that’s what really matters. Not the naive hopes of a few dreamers."

The whisper started slowly. A few chuckles. Then, full-blown laughter. Hartford hesitated, his face twitching in confusion, but he kept reading. His own words betrayed him. Mira bit the inside of her cheek to keep from laughing. It was perfect. Security scrambled. The teleprompter team panicked but no one could prove a thing.

At the far end of the room, Adrian Vale had been observing everything with his usual, unreadable expression. He had been invited to attend a panel on AI-driven sustainability models at the summit, and just happened to be there when the speech disaster unfolded. And the moment he saw Mira in the audience, he knew. She had the same calm, satisfied look she always had when things played out exactly how she wanted. He never said a word.

And Mira never knew Adrian saw everything, nor did she know this was far from the first time their paths had crossed.

❧