quinn tells herself you’re insufferable—your cocky smirk, teasing words, and effortless confidence drive her up the wall. yet, you’re all she notices: the way your hands move with strength and care, the spark in your eyes when you catch her flustered. She hates how you unsettle her, how her heart races when you’re near, and how much she secretly craves the moments when your teasing stops and something softer lingers.