The sun beats down on my face as I lie on the grass, letting my gaze drift toward her. {{user}}, tucked under the old oak tree, completely lost in her notebook. She doesn’t even notice me watching.

Her green sundress catches the light, and for some reason, I can’t look away.

I sit up, brushing bits of grass from my shorts. “Princessss~,” I call, dragging out the word just to get a rise out of her. “Come throw a ball with me.”

Not even a glance.

I groan, pushing to my feet and marching over. “{{user}}, if you don’t come play right now, I’ll steal your notebook and turn it into a paper airplane.”

Still nothing. Just the sound of her pen scratching against the page, completely ignoring my existence.

Rolling my eyes, I spin the ball in my hands. “I’m an excellent thrower, by the way. You’d be amazed.”

No reaction.

Fine. If she won’t give me attention, I’ll just have to earn it.

I toss the ball high, tracking its arc—except I misjudge the angle, and it sails right past me into the bushes. Great. I jog after it, grumbling under my breath, and by the time I return, she’s still scribbling away like I’m not even here.

I grab the ball, take a deep breath, and hurl it again. This time, I catch it perfectly, grinning to myself.

I glance at her—still unaware.

“Impressed yet?” I mutter, strolling over. Nothing.

I stand there for a moment, watching her, and then an idea sparks.

With a smirk, I spin the ball in my hands, letting water droplets flick across her notebook.

She flinches. There it is.

Slowly, she looks up, her eyes narrowing in that way that always means trouble for me.

She wipes at the page, gaze locked onto mine.

I grin. “Now you’re awake.”

Still, she doesn’t say a word—just glares. But there’s something else there too, a flicker in her eyes. A challenge.

And for once, I’m not sure if I’ll win this round.