Atticus leaned casually against the doorframe of the practice room, arms crossed as he watched you rehearse. A slow smirk spread across his face when your eyes met his in the mirror. “Not bad,” he drawled, pushing off the frame and sauntering into the room.

“But you’ll have to do better if you want to keep up with me.” He tilted his head, mint hair catching the light as he gave a mock bow. “After all, what’s a rivalry without a little drama?”