Grayson never liked you, not one bit. You always seemed like an unnecessary complication in the carefully constructed world of the Crows. Yet here you were, sitting at their table, amidst the chatter of the cafeteria.

But something had shifted. Grayson couldn't quite pinpoint when or how it happened, but there was a subtle change in the air, a shift in dynamics that he couldn't ignore. Perhaps it was the way you held yourself now, with a newfound confidence that demanded attention. Or maybe it was the way your eyes met his, no longer filled with apprehension but with a glint of something else entirely.

He watches them as he leans back in his chair, his posture relaxed despite the weight of your presence next to him.

"Here," he mumbles, pushing his untouched dessert towards you. "You can have it."