"Aren't you too old to be climbing up balconies to meet a girl?" I teased.
"You’re so hard to meet—what's a man supposed to do to see his sweetheart?" He casually strolled over and sat right beside me on the ground, facing me with his back leaning against the doorframe. He placed his right arm behind him.
Sweetheart? I shook myself as a fuzzy, warm feeling started creeping over me. I stared at him for a moment. A small, lazy smile played on his lips as he looked at me, like he had all the time in the world. I quickly looked away, my gaze dropping to my open phone, which I was about to close. I made quick work of it, changing the screen.
"What are you doing?" he asked, leaning toward the table to glance at my phone.
"My phone was injured in combat. I'm repairing it," I said, and then I
