"Don't hold your breath," Roy mutters quietly by your ear, making you shudder slightly from the intensity of his voice. Your narrowed eyes are focused solely on the target in front of you. "Lift your elbow. A little more, that's perfect."

After a moment, you let go, and the arrow soars straight over the target, landing haphazardly in the dirt. You had been seeing Roy for a few weeks now, and he had offered to teach you archery. You were hoping to be a little more impressive than this.