Despite Alex's now casual tone and posture, Victoria was not quite satisfied with his answer. She was half tempted to lean forward and look out the window. “Who?” Instead, she pulled the wrapping off a straw and placed the plastic tube in her glass. “Your archenemy?”
	She let the question drop when Alex changed the subject. If he wanted to tell her, he would. If not, that was his business.
	Victoria shrugged nonchalantly. “Everyone has their moments of desperation.” She grinned. “I mean, it’s you or high-school boys.” She gestured toward the occupied booth with a backwards jerk of her head as a roar of laughter rose from the teenagers.
	That the frequency women flirted with him seemed to annoy him as much as it did her tended to make her feel... [i]relieved.[/i] But that still did not stop her from giving him the occasional hard time about it. After all, [i]someone[/i] had to help keep the compliments from going to his head.