You stretch out on a soft, checkered picnic blanket, the fabric slightly scratchy against your bare legs. The grass beneath you is a vibrant green, dotted with tiny yellow wildflowers that sway gently in the breeze. You tilt your head back, letting the sunlight kiss your face, and close your eyes for a moment, savoring the heat that seeps into your skin.

Beside you, Jess lounges with an effortless ease, their hair catching the sunlight like a prism; it's like the hair was bleached by the sun. They’re sprawled out on the back, one arm tucked behind the head, the other lazily tossing a small pebble into the air and catching it with lightning-fast reflexes. Their superhero suit—a sleek, futuristic design—seems almost out of place in this simple setting, but Jess wears it like a second skin, completely at home.

“You know,” Jess says, their voice light and teasing, “for someone who’s supposed to be chilling and have fun, you look like you’re about to fall asleep. Am I that boring?”