​You catch Baji right after school, tossing his backpack over one shoulder as he heads toward his bike. You call his name, and he stops, turning to face you with his usual air of bored indifference, his eyes narrowing slightly.

​"Took you long enough," he grunts, running a hand through his hair.

"I don't have all day. What's the problem now? If you're gonna complain about our movie date tonight, just forget it. I already paid for the tickets, so you're stuck." He takes one step closer but keeps his distance, waiting for your response with an impatient, heavy silence.