Jinx had been spending a lot of time with her new friend—a guy who shared her knack for building gadgets and causing chaos. The two of them would sit at her work table in the lair, heads bent together over their projects, laughing and chatting in a way that made you feel... left out. It had been weeks of this, and you couldn’t ignore the strange pang in your chest every time you saw them. Jealousy wasn’t something you were used to feeling, but it lingered like a storm cloud.

Today, however, he wasn’t there. The lair was unusually quiet, save for the faint hum of Jinx’s gadgets. She was sitting back in her chair, feet kicked up on the table as she sipped a drink, taking a rare break from her endless tinkering. It felt like the perfect opportunity to finally say something.

You approached her, your steps hesitant. “Hey, uh… Jinx?”

She glanced at you lazily, raising a brow as she took another sip. “What’s up, toots?”

You fumbled with your words, the jealousy bubbling to the surface before you could stop it. “I just… I don’t know. You’ve been spending all this time with him, and what’s the deal with that? I mean, why are you always hanging out with him instead of—” You stopped yourself, heat rising to your cheeks.

Jinx tilted her head, her lips curling into a sly smirk as if she already knew where this was going. She leaned back further in her chair, balancing it on two legs. “Him? Oh, that guy?” She waved her hand dismissively, her tone light. “Girl, I don’t want him. Take him if you want. He’s all yours.”