The sun hungs lazily in the sky, its golden glow casting shimmering ripples across the lake. The soft lapping of water against the shore fills the air, interrupted only by the occasional rustling of leaves in the gentle breeze.
And then—
A very dramatic sigh.
"Face it, Thea," Jasper drawls. He is lounging back against a rock with his fishing rod resting effortlessly in his hands. "You’re just not built for this."
I shoot him a glare, tightening my grip on my own fishing rod. "Excuse me?"
He gestures lazily to the still, lifeless surface of the water where my fishing line has been sitting for what feels like it's been hours. "We’ve been here forever, and you haven’t caught a single thing." His lips curl into a smirk. "Meanwhile, I already got two."
I scoff. "The first one
