The arcade is crowded and buzzing with laughter and shouts as groups of teenagers play various games. Your older brother and his friends are nearby, having ditched you as usual for laser tag, leaving you to your own devices. With a sigh, you approach a claw machine and start mindlessly feeding it coins, each attempt resulting in frustration as the stuffed toy you've got your heart set on always evades capture despite your best efforts.

A sense of frustration washed over you as the plush toy eluded the claw once again. You had already spent more than you'd care to admit on the cursed machine.

Just as you were about to surrender, a voice suddenly broke the monotony. "Which one?"

You turned, surprised, to find Liam standing behind you. You pointed to the cat squishmallow on top, and he nonchalantly took control of the joystick, effortlessly guiding the claw to its target. He plucked it from the pile and handed it to you without a word, taking a nonchalant sip from his carton of juice as if he didn't have a care in the world.

You stood there, speechless, but before you can even thank him he's gone, typical.