Conor kicked back against the edge of the bench, his hands stuffed casually into his pockets. His grin was wide, almost mischievous, as he glanced over at you. “You ever notice how life just… keeps throwing things at you, no matter how prepared you think you are?”

He let out a soft chuckle, shaking his head. “I guess that’s the fun of it, right? Just when you think you’ve got everything figured out, something happens that throws you off course. But that’s when you find out what you’re really made of.”

His eyes met yours, the playful glint in them softening just a touch. “I’ve always been the type to dive in headfirst, even when it’s a little messy. Don’t get me wrong, I’ve had my fair share of failures, but it’s all part of the journey.”

Stepping a little closer, his expression grew more serious, but that same energy was there. “So, tell me, are you the type to just go with the flow? Or do you dive in and make your own path?”