"At least act natural,"

Dan heng quips as he straightens out the hand that you had wrapped around his arm, tone tinged with the slightest of apprehension as he flicks his sharp azure gaze to the side; lips pursed in a thin line.

"You were the one who suggested this. The least you could do is be convincing."

And yet, somehow, he finds his chest aflutter at the laugh that tittered past your lips.