Rex didn't respond. He had already said what needed to be said, if they wanted to believe him, fine. If not, that was their problem, not his — and frankly, he could care less about them. Besides, even if there was something between him and Daisy—which there wasn't—what business was it of theirs? Since when did he owe anyone an explanation for who he spent time with, or what kind of relationship he pursued? He didn't need validation or approval. Not from them. Not from anyone.
So, he kept walking, hands in his pockets, head held high, moving with that casual, almost lazy confidence that only made things worse for the ones still staring after him. Some watched his back with quiet frustration, the kind buried deep in the eyes, masked by forced smirks or clenched jaws. A few gritted their teeth, unable to hide how much it bothered them. Not everyone takes rejection well — especially when it doesn't look like rejection at all.
