She cast a sharp, lingering glare at Fiona as she spoke with Manson, jealousy flickering quietly in her eyes like a flame she struggled to hide.
"Jeez," Fiona scoffed lightly, though her smile lingered. "Do I look old fashioned to you?"
She leaned back slightly, brushing sand off her hand.
"I know plenty of great songs. For romance? Obviously—Celine Dion, Westlife, Adele, Mariah Carey… and more."
Her gaze flicked back to him, calm and confident.
"How about you?"
Manson didn't hesitate.
"Michael Jackson. Freddie Mercury. The Beatles. Elton John. Phil Collins… and Lucky Dube."
He paused, watching her reaction with interest, then added, almost eagerly.
"What about regional music? Like other countries?"
Fiona's eyes lit up just a little more.
"Afrobeats are amazing—Nigeria, South Africa, Ghana… they all have incredible sounds."
Then, almost like a secret she couldn't hold back—
"And I love K-pop too. You know—Stray Kids, BTS, EXO."
