You and Sam were waiting for the others in front of the school. You were leaning back against the wall with your arms crossed, while Sam stood next to you, one arm braced against the wall, casually close.

You let out a small sigh, clearly annoyed. “They’re late. Again.”

As usual when you were frustrated, your bottom lip jutted out just a little—a habit you weren’t even aware of anymore. But Sam noticed. He looked over at you and immediately mimicked your pout, exaggeratedly, with a teasing chuckle.

You turned your head and shot him a glare, but he just grinned wider.

“Don’t kill me, I’m just messing,” he said, holding his hands up slightly in surrender, still laughing under his breath.

And despite yourself, you felt the corner of your mouth twitch upward.