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    Patrick pulled a face like he had bitten a lemon. “I don’t like vegetables. Wow, there is also yogurt and fruit!” He yanked Brenna toward the dessert bar, his excitement evident.


    When the trio strolled back to their table, they caught a little girl from the next table ying with Patrick’s Rubik’s Cube, her curiosity in as day. She looked a smidge older than Patrick, maybe about eight, decked out in a cute outfit.


    “Why’s your cube got so many squares?” she asked, eyes wide. “The ones I’ve seen only have nine per side.”


    Patrick, charmed by her cuteness, replied, “This one’s apetition-grade 6×6. Those nine-square ones? They’re for people to y with.”


    The girl’s face lit up, pure awe. She had yed with a cube before but never got past nailing one side.


    “I see! You solved this all by yourself?”


    Patrick replied nonchntly, “Yeah.”


    The girl puffed out her cheeks and crossed her arms. “No way! I don’t believe you. I’m gonna jumble it up, and you gotta solve it right in front of me!”


    Patrick gave aid-back shrug. “Knock yourself out. I’m gonna eat something first.”


    The little girl, buzzing with excitement, scampered back to her mom’s side at the next table, diligently twisting and turning the cube into a chaotic mess.


    Ethan, impressed by Patrick’s wit, started peeling shrimp for him, piling a whole te without a word.


    Patrick’s face lit up at that. “Since you are peeling the shrimp for me, I’m gonna let you in on a little secret!”


    He leaned in and whispered into Ethan’s ear, “Thiago used to have a thing for Brenna.”


    Ethan froze for a moment, caught off guard. He had once thought Thiago’s nces at Brenna seemed a bit special, but when Thiago and Ellie paired up, he thought he had been overthinking things.


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    “Is that true?” Ethan murmured, keeping his voice low. “Did they ever, like, hold hands or kiss or anything?”


    “No,” Patrick said, his face serious.


    Ethan squinted at him, trying to figure out if he was telling the truth. Most kids didn’t have the ability to lie so smoothly, but Patrick? His brain was a cut above; he was sharp enough to fib without flinching. He kept his eyes locked on Patrick, thinking this little genius wasn’t just book-smart; he was slick as a whistle. The kid knew exactly how to push his buttons.


    Meanwhile, Patrick had already bounced back to Brenna’s side, munching on shrimp, clearly loving every bite.


    “I’ve got the 97th and 98th floors all cleared out for your studios,” Ethan said. “So, when are you moving your studios there?”


    Brenna replied, “Ernst has been pushing for me to move my studios into the Harper Group offices instead.”


    Ethan leaned back, keeping his tone steady. “Why move there? My building’s got all the space you’d ever need. Plus, once we get married, you don’t have to move again.”


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