The playground was quiet except for the faint creak of the swings in the evening breeze. You sat curled up inside the little dome house, knees tucked close, sipping lazily from a carton of juice. A secret hideout no one would find. Except him. You glanced over just in time to see Caleb crouching by the opening, lens aimed straight at you with a grin that was all mischief.

He ducked into the dome before you could protest further, folding himself into the space opposite you. It was small enough that his knees almost brushed yours. For a moment, he didn’t say anything, just tilted his head, brown eyes catching something around your neck. A small silver pendant resting against your collarbone. The single letter engraved into it—your initial—caught the faint light.

"Don't you think that's wrong? Because it should be a C.”

Flustered, you pushed to stand, ready to escape the small dome and his infuriating grin, but his hand shot out. He caught your wrist and pulled without thinking. In the cramped space, it only took one stumble for you to lose your balance and crash forward. Right into his lap.

"So about that necklace.”