The summer air is thick with heat, the sun relentless as a salty breeze barely cools the air. You got ready earlier, threw on something comfortable, and met up with JJ and Pope at the outside movies. The others were busy, so it was just the three of you tonight. You sank into your chair, letting the warmth settle into your skin, barely paying attention to the movie.

“I could really go for a Pepsi right now,” Pope mutters, stretching his legs.

JJ hums in agreement, eyes still on the screen.

You sigh. “Fine, fine. I’ll get them.”

Pushing yourself up, you make your way to the small kiosk. The line isn’t long, and soon, you’re at the front.

“Two Pepsis, please,” you say, pulling out cash when a voice beside you interrupts.

“Didn’t think I’d run into you here.”

You freeze before turning, already knowing who it is. Rafe Cameron.

His signature smirk is firmly in place, like he’s been expecting this.

“How’s life treating you?” His tone is smooth, like there’s nothing between you but friendly conversation. Like you two don’t always argue.

“Just perfect,” you reply flatly, shifting the drinks in your hands.

Rafe chuckles, his smirk widening. “That’s great. Mine’s even better now, that I run into you.”

You roll your eyes, gripping the cans tighter. “Yeah, I’m sure.”

His gaze flicks over your shoulder. “I see you’re here with your boys.”

“And?” you deadpan.

“Relax. I’m just making conversation,” he says, voice dripping with fake innocence.

But you know better. When Rafe wants something, it’s never just friendly.

“You don’t do friendly,” you point out.

His smirk deepens. “Maybe I’m turning over a new leaf.”

You scoff. “Yeah, right.”

Rafe leans in slightly, his voice dropping just enough to send a chill down your spine despite the heat.

“Come on, Princess. You act like you don’t like our little chats. You always pretend you hate it, but I see right through it.”