Matchmaker Mayhem

The morning after Ava’s victory, the convention hall was abuzz with chatter. Whispers of Julian’s algorithm mishap and Ava’s heartfelt matchmaking success had dominated the conversation overnight. But amid the praise and celebration, there was one person who refused to go down without a fight.

Ethan Chase.

Ava had barely stepped into the hotel’s café, her eyes still groggy from a lack of sleep, when she spotted him. Ethan was perched at a table in the corner, gesturing animatedly to a small group of reporters. His impeccably tailored suit was immaculate, but the desperation in his voice was less polished.

"...and really, the algorithm crash was an isolated incident," Ethan was saying, his voice just loud enough to carry across the room. "It doesn’t reflect Julian’s overall success. You have to remember, data-driven matchmaking is the future. Ava Lee’s approach? It’s charming, sure, but it’s outdated. Emotional fluff only gets you so far."

Ava groaned, muttering under her breath, "Of course he’s spinning this."

Before she could slip out unnoticed, Ethan spotted her. His eyes lit up with that signature smirk—the one that always made Ava want to throw something.

"Well, well, speak of the devil," Ethan called out, waving her over. "The queen of intuition herself."

Ava froze, clutching her coffee like a shield. "Not today," she whispered to herself, already planning her escape.

But Ryan, who had just returned with a plate of bagels, blocked her path. "Oh no, you’re not dodging this one," he said, grinning. "Let’s hear what Mr. Smooth Talk has to say."

"Traitor," Ava hissed, but Ryan just shrugged and nudged her forward.

Ava reluctantly let Ryan guide her toward Ethan’s table, her footsteps heavy with irritation. She glanced at Ryan, whose expression was far too amused for her liking. "You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?" she muttered under her breath.