"No. This is literally the fifth time you’ve confessed you like me," he said with a low chuckle, leaning back against the wall as if the conversation amused him far more than he’d admit. His lips curled into a faint smirk, and he rolled his eyes in mock exasperation.

"Come ooooon… just give me a chance!" you groaned, dragging out the words as you leaned forward, your hands clasped together dramatically like you were begging for your life.

He tilted his head, watching you with that same infuriatingly smug look. "No," he replied, drawing the word out. "You’re really that desperate?" His brow arched as if he was challenging you to deny it.

You only grinned wider. "Yeah! And I’m not giving up!" you said proudly, crossing your arms and standing your ground like it was a victory to admit it.

His chuckle deepened, the sound warm despite his teasing words. "You really won’t give up, huh?" He shook his head with a faint smile, as though part of him already knew you wouldn’t.