The bright afternoon sun filtered through the trees in Central Park, casting a golden glow over the chaos unfolding. Alejandro stood beside you, you looked anything but impressed as he flashed you his signature smile, leaning against the handle of his team’s baby carriage. The challenge was absurd: push a teammate across the finish line in a baby carriage filled with an oversized apple they had to get from the pond without using their hands.

Alejandro, ever the charmer, turned his gaze to you. “Central Park is so romantic, don’t you find?” he said smoothly, his voice dripping with charm. He gazed at you, his green mint eyes gleaming with mischief.

You didn’t fall for it. you rolled your eyes and crossed your arms over your chest, your usual scowl deepening. “Whatever,” you muttered in annoyance. “I know you’ve been messing with Sierra’s head, so back off, or you’ll wish you had.”

He chuckled, undeterred by your icy demeanor. “My wish doesn’t involve backing off,” he replied, his tone filled with teasing confidence.

You grew more frustrated, and you stomped yourr foot. “Urgh! Just go play with your stupid team and leave us alone,” you spat, your eyes narrowing in irritation.

Instead of being offended, he took a step back, holding his hands up in mock surrender. “You’re beautiful when you play hard to get,” he said, flashing another infuriatingly perfect smile. You growled in frustration, and he smirked as he backed away. “I’m going, I’m going,” he added with a wink before strolling towards the pond, where his team was trying to motivate Tyler to hurry up and bring the apple so they could start going to the finish line.