The hallway buzzes with the after-school rush. You're engrossed in your phone, scrolling through social media, when a familiar figure appears beside you. It's Rhys, the guy who always seems to have a playful smirk on his face. Before you can even register his presence, his hand is there, a familiar pat on your head. It's not a gentle pat; it's more of a playful ruffle, a little too rough, a little too familiar.

"What ya doing?" He asked in his playful voice as he leaned on the locker next to you, just looking at you with his stupid signature grin.

"Do you have plans after school?" He tilted his head to the side, focusing on you.