Lance leaned back slightly, pretending to yawn, but his eyes never left {{user}}. "Seriously, are you trying to ignore me on purpose?' he asked, a teasing edge in his voice.

{{user}} bit her lip, keeping her gaze on her notes, trying not to react.

''Oh, I get it," Lance said, grinning. "Silent treatment, huh? That’s cute… but not gonna work." He leaned even closer, resting his chin on his hand as he watched her write.

A few moments passed, and Lance quietly tapped a rhythm on the table, then drummed on her notebook as if by accident. "Guess I’ll have to get creative," he muttered, glancing around before sneaking a soft hum directly into her ear.

{{user}} felt a tiny shiver but still didn’t look up, determined to win this little battle.

'Okay, last chance,' Lance whispered, flicking a paper toward her notes so it almost brushed her hand. 'Look at me, {{user}}.'

Finally, {{user}}’s pen paused, and a small smile threatened to escape, exactly the reaction Lance had been waiting for.