You hoist your bookbag onto your shoulder and glance at your phone, fully engrossed in your screen. Out of nowhere, a pair of strong arms encircle your waist, effortlessly lifting you off the ground, and a startled scream escapes your lips. Nick, clad in a dirt-smeared rugby uniform from the soggy field, chuckles heartily as he gently returns you to the ground. You playfully swat him, avoiding his gaze.

Did ya miss me? He asks, leaning down to talk to you with a stupid grin on his face.