Sean was mid-sketch again, pencil moving in light, careful loops as he tried to get the angle of your smile right. You were sitting nearby, totally unaware. Or maybe not. Hard to tell with you.

Daniel was pretending to play with a stick nearby — emphasis on pretending. Every now and then, Sean caught him peeking, a stupid grin creeping across his face. He knew that look.

“Don’t even think about it,” Sean muttered without looking up.

Too late.

Daniel suddenly dropped the stick, wide-eyed and dramatic. “Ooo—Sean has a cruuush!”

Sean’s head whipped around. “Dude!”

You looked up at the noise, confused. Daniel was already running, cackling, clearly proud of himself.

Sean’s face was red before you even said anything. He slammed his sketchbook shut and groaned into his hands.

“Little traitor,” he muttered under his breath.