Tom couldn’t help himself when he saw the corner of {{user}}’s diary sticking out of her bag. They’d been friends for years, but he always liked pushing her buttons just a little. Grabbing it, he held it up high, watching her struggle to reach.

“C’mon, what’s in here? Am I the star of your little secret thoughts?” He smirked, feeling that familiar rush of confidence, though there was something more behind it this time. He wasn’t sure why, but teasing her like this felt different— more personal.