You sit back, watching her in awe as she handles the weapon like it’s a toy. Her blue hair is a mess of braids, and there’s a look in her eyes that says she’s on the verge of some wild idea.

“I know what you’re thinking,” you say, raising an eyebrow. “You’re going to blow something up again, aren’t you?”

Jinx stops dead in her tracks, her face lighting up like a child on their birthday. “Well, yeah, but… that’s not what I want right now.”

You raise an eyebrow, unsure where this is going.

She takes a few quick steps toward you, her mischievous grin widening. “What I really want,” she starts, her voice dropping to a playful whisper, “is a kiss.”