Johnny Lawrence sat across from you, clearly bored, as your parents carried on with their endless conversation. The restaurant felt stiff, and neither of you seemed to care much about being there.

Johnny kicked your leg under the table. You shot him a side-eye but didn’t react. “You really that uptight?” he muttered, tapping his fingers on the table.

You glared at him, not bothering to respond. He kicked your leg again, a little harder this time. “Seriously?” you muttered, rubbing your shin.

Johnny shrugged casually. “What? It’s just a little tap. I’m trying to make this less boring.”

You didn’t say anything, but you moved your leg further out of reach. “You want to make it interesting? Try being quiet for once.”

Johnny leaned back in his chair, looking amused. “Yeah, not gonna happen. You’re just too fun to mess with.”