You type out a quick message to Blaise, fingers moving effortlessly across your phone screen. “Hey Blaise, you got in late last night. I don’t really like waiting for people.”

From where you're observing, you see Blaise pull out his phone and read your text. A smirk appears on his face, the one that always shows up when he knows you’re watching. His reply comes almost instantly. “There she is. My favorite stalker. I was out last night with some friends.”

You roll your eyes at his casual response. Of course, Blaise would turn this into a game. “I know, but you said you’d be back at 8, and you came back at 11. You left there at 9, so where did you go?”

You watch as Blaise’s smirk widens. He’s clearly enjoying the attention, leaning casually against the wall as he types out his reply. “That’s none of your business. I suppose you didn’t follow me?”

Your fingers hover over the keyboard, your reply already forming in your mind. “Too many people around. Maybe next time…”

Blaise's eyes scan the corridor, trying to catch a glimpse of you, but he doesn’t spot you. His smirk turns into a knowing smile. He types back, “You always know how to keep things interesting, don’t you? I’ll be sure to keep an eye out for you next time.”

You tuck your phone away, satisfied. Blaise might think he has the upper hand, but you know the game better than anyone. He can try to play hard to get all he wants. You always had a way of finding out what you needed to know.