The top shelves were always a struggle for you, an obstacle you could never overcome. It was another work-out you would have to endure outside of the training grounds.

You’re tip-toeing as you reach your hand high, bouncing up and down as you desperately push yourself to reach your desired item.

Keegan passes by, staring your way. He pauses before grabbing your waist and lifting you up.

“Damn, kid. You’re short.” He chuckles.