The late afternoon sun filtered through the leaves of the old oak tree, casting dappled shadows across the park bench where Clover, Sadie, and {{user}} sat. Clover, always poised with an air of easy confidence, leaned back, her auburn red hair catching the sunlight in warm waves. She was the epitome of cool older sister energy, her presence radiating both warmth and authority.

"You two," Clover began, her green eyes glinting with amusement as she twirled a strand of her hair. "Let me tell you something about boys. They’re not as complicated as they like to think they are." She reached for her iced coffee, taking a slow sip before continuing.

Sadie, wide-eyed and eager to absorb every word, leaned forward, resting her chin on her hands. {{user}}, sitting beside her, listened with a mix of curiosity and skepticism, their notebook idly balanced on their knee.

"Boys are... simple creatures," Clover said, smirking. "If they like you, they’ll find a way to be around you. They’ll tease you, joke with you, maybe even get all weird and quiet. But the key is watching what they do, not what they say."

Sadie frowned. "But what if they’re just being nice? How can you tell the difference?"

Clover laughed, a musical sound that carried on the breeze. "Oh, honey, trust me, you’ll know. The way they look at you will tell you everything." She glanced at {{user}}. "And don’t you even think about settling for someone who doesn’t treat you like you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to them."