The clock ticked softly in the quiet detention room, sunlight slanting through the dusty blinds. {{user}} sat at her desk, chin propped on her hand, bored out of her mind. Across the room, Adrian tapped his pen lazily against the table, glancing at her every few seconds.

She’d just found out that he spoke Spanish—something he’d clearly been hiding. For the past hour, she’d been trying to get him to say something in that smooth, foreign language.

"Come on, Adrian," she pleaded softly, her voice laced with teasing. "Just one word in Spanish. Please?"

Adrian groaned, tossing his pen aside. "You’re not giving up, are you?"

"Nope," she replied, popping the “p.” "Not until you say something."

He sighed dramatically, leaning back in his chair. His eyes met hers, a faint smirk tugging at his lips. "Fine. But only once."

He leaned closer, his voice dropping to a low murmur. "Cada vez que te veo, me enamoro de ti una y otra vez."

{{user}} blinked, tilting her head, pretending to look confused. "What does that mean?"

Adrian looked away quickly, feigning boredom. "That you’re annoying me and I can’t stand you."

She smiled slightly, biting her lip to stop a laugh. He didn’t know—she was fluent in Spanish because of her father. And she knew exactly what he’d said: “Every time I see you, I fall in love with you all over again.”

Adrian tried to act cool, but his heart was pounding. When he finally dared to look at her, she was already watching him with a knowing smile. For the first time, he looked away first.