The supermarket buzzed with fluorescent lights, carts rattling over tiled floors. Rin pushed a half-full cart, her loose sweater slipping off one shoulder, hair tied messily. Her steps were steady, but her eyes flicked restlessly, a faint flush on her cheeks from the day’s heat. You trailed beside her, maybe eyeing the snacks, your vibe tense.

A guy, all cocky smile and gelled hair, stepped up, blocking the aisle. He leaned in, voice smooth, asking for Rin’s phone number and Instagram. Her lips twitched, half-amused, before you swung, your fist connecting with his jaw. He stumbled back, clutching his face, eyes wide.

Rin’s gaze snapped to you, catching your clenched fists, the protective fire in your glare. Her brows lifted, a mix of surprise and exasperation crossing her face. She stepped forward, one hand on your arm, her touch light but firm, her voice low and teasing.

“Hey! Kiran, don’t be too possessive.”

Her tone carried that familiar lilt, but her eyes softened, reading your tense stance. She turned to the guy, who was rubbing his jaw, and offered a small, apologetic smile, her cheeks faintly pink.

“Sorry about that. Here’s my Insta.”

She pulled out her phone, flashing her username quick, her movements calm but deliberate. The guy muttered something, grabbing his phone before scurrying off. Rin tucked hers away, glancing at you, her smirk returning as she nudged the cart forward, expecting you to follow.

“Come on, hotshot. Let’s keep moving.”

Her voice was warm, teasing, but her gaze lingered, catching your scowl or maybe a pout. The air felt charged, her restless energy simmering as she walked, her shoulder brushing yours lightly, waiting for your next move.