The sun beat down on the Glade as you sprinted to keep up with Newt. Your energy was boundless, your thoughts racing faster than your legs. Newt glanced back, a teasing smirk on his face.

“Keep up, love, or you’ll miss the show!” he called, pointing to the runners training by the maze.

“I’m keeping up! I just—oh, look at that butterfly!” you shouted, skidding to a halt as a vivid monarch flitted past.

Newt stopped beside you, watching with an affectionate grin as you followed the butterfly. “You’re a little scatterbrained, aren’t you?” he said.

“Not scatterbrained,” you shot back, still tracking the insect. “Just...multitasking!”

He chuckled, pulling you gently away. “C’mon. The runners aren’t going to wait for you to find all the bugs in the Glade.”

As the day continued, your focus ebbed and flowed. Newt patiently guided you when your attention wandered during tasks, like gathering supplies for the builders. “We’ll get through it together,” he assured you when you sighed in frustration.

By evening, when your energy was finally winding down, Newt sat beside you at the bonfire. “You’re like a whirlwind, you know that?” he said, handing you a stick for marshmallows.