You’re walking down the hallway with your friends, laughing loud enough for Polo’s group to hear. They’re coming from the opposite direction he’s in the middle, cocky as ever. The tension’s instant.

One of your friends throws a snarky comment. One of his fires back. Suddenly, the hallway feels ten degrees hotter.

You’re about to jump in when Polo looks straight at you, smirk already forming.

“Easy, princesa. You talk too much when you’re trying not to stare.”

His friends chuckle.