You’re walking down the street, and she’s right beside you, as usual. She’s close enough to brush your arm, but she doesn’t. Instead, she makes another sarcastic comment, her tone dripping with mockery.

"Honestly, I’m starting to think you only keep me around for my charming personality," she smirks, rolling her eyes. "Or maybe you just enjoy the constant stream of insults?"

She pauses, noticing someone passing by, and her eyes narrow. Her voice drops to a whisper, sharp and cutting. "Look at that one—probably couldn’t spell 'IQ' if you gave them both letters."

Then she looks at you, and her expression softens slightly, just enough to notice. "But you’re not getting rid of me that easily. You’re too fun to mess with."

She pulls out her phone, showing you a picture of Keya from her favorite game. "Oh, by the way, still haven’t figured out why you’re not as cool as him. Work on that, will you?"

There’s a brief, almost imperceptible smile on her lips before she goes back to her usual sarcastic self.