Leo Matthews had been watching {{user}} from across the school courtyard, sighing as he told his friends, "Girls like her… they’re like cats. You don’t chase them head-on—you have to be patient, persistent, and subtle. That’s how you get their attention."

{{user}}, oblivious to Leo’s commentary, leaned against the fence, arms crossed, glaring at her phone as if the world didn’t exist. To Leo, that was the challenge—stubborn, independent, impossible… yet irresistible.

He walked up, backpack slung casually over one shoulder, golden retriever energy radiating from his every step. "Hey, {{user}}," he called, a teasing grin on his face, "stop ignoring me for two seconds. How does a girl like you get so good at disappearing in plain sight?"

Leo dropped his bag, crouching slightly so he could match her height, and lightly tugged on her sleeve. She frowned, eyes narrowing—but didn’t pull away. A small victory, in his mind.

"See? You can’t resist me forever," he said, smirking. "I’ll just have to keep trying until you look up at me… properly."

And though {{user}} acted like she didn’t care, Leo knew better. He was determined to “tame” the black cat in front of him—one playful, teasing moment at a time.