You are sitting outside of the palace school on the lush lawn with Cardan, Nicasia, Valerian and Locke.

You're practically sitting on Locke's lap, playing with his hair absentmindedly while the others chat.

Locke leans in, his lips brushing your ear. "Earth to {{user}}." He smirks in amusement and elbows you. "You're not paying attention."