“Chill, man. You’re the one who’s head over heels, not me,” Simon smirked, shaking his head. “Ew… you almost killed me with that glare.”
“Head over heels for her?” Calvin muttered, his voice low and incredulous.
“I’ve lost count of how many times you’ve gone on about her,” Simon said, his laughter curling around each word like smoke. “Even lately you act like no other girl exists. You even dragged Katie into it, asking her to invite her over for the weekend, just to play the part. But hey, congratulations you’re off the hook. Not a convict, not a minor. Mission accomplished.”
The breeze swept across the balcony, carrying with it a mixture of cool air and the unspoken weight of confessions, as Calvin’s stubborn silence met Simon’s teasing amusement.
“Just go away. I hate you,” Calvin mu
