Two men in sharp suits stepped onto the crimson carpet—one in charcoal grey, the other in deep sapphire blue.
Samuel shot a sideways glance at Jason and said, "Bro, did you really have to go all formal tonight? I look totally outclassed next to you."
Jason's eyes had a calm clarity, with a gentle hue beneath the cool surface. His well-defined features carried a trace of quiet melancholy, like a piece of art displayed behind glass—beautiful, untouchable.
He gave a faint smile. "Even if I threw on a potato sack, I'd still outshine you."
Samuel looked speechless. "Wow, ruthless. I used to be the school's poster boy, y'know?"
Jason let out a soft, amused snort. "And I'm a national heartthrob."
Samuel curled his lips. "Well, Tristan is an international heartthrob."
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