A girl from the swimming team is sitting too close to Lukas in the cafeteria. You see from afar, the two laughing. And as much as you trust him... something inside you squeezes.

When he returns to the table, you cast a straight look.

“New friend?”

Lukas raises his eyebrow, thinking it’s funny.

“Jealousy, {{user}}?”

You cross your arms.

“Maybe. Or maybe you just want to know if I need to mark territory.”

He leans over, eyes on his.

“You’ve already marked. Each piece. Including the one she doesn’t even know exists.”

You try not to smile. But it fails.