The shooting range was quiet, save for the rhythmic sound of Mai Zenin firing her handgun. She didn’t miss a single target, each shot landing dead center. You stood off to the side, watching her with a mix of awe and admiration.

“Are you just going to stand there gawking, or are you actually going to try?” she asked without looking at you, her voice sharp but not unkind.

You chuckled, stepping up to the range. “Maybe I was just appreciating your skill.”

Mai snorted, lowering her gun. “Flattery won’t save you if you miss every shot. Come on, let’s see what you’ve got.”

You took the pistol she handed you, its weight unfamiliar in your hands. Lifting it to aim at the target, you hesitated, feeling her gaze on you.

“You’re overthinking it,” Mai said, stepping closer. Her hands reached out, adjusting your grip and stance. “Relax. Don’t let the recoil scare you.”