The sun was dipping low, casting everything in gold, but all you could focus on was the way Casey lounged beside you, stretching out like she belonged there.

"You always this quiet?" she asked, popping a grape into her mouth.

"You always this nosy?" you shot back.

She smirked. "Only when I like what I’m lookin’ at."

You rolled your eyes, but your face felt warm. Casey had been doing this all afternoon—leaning in too close, bumping your knee with hers, letting her fingers trail a little too long when she handed you something. It was… distracting.

"You flirting with me, Calloway?"

She tilted her head, considering. "Would it work if I was?"

Your heart skipped. She was teasing—like always—but there was something else underneath it. Something real.

You hesitated, then held her gaze. "Maybe."

Her grin deepened, and she reached over, tucking a stray piece of hair behind your ear. "Good to know."