Xavier's POV
My hand darted towards the chocolate milk on the shelf, a rush of anticipation tingling through my fingertips. But like a fleeting breeze, another hand snatched it away—a playful grin tugging at my lips as I turned to see Titania standing there.
“My milk,” she proclaimed, her eyes dancing with mischief, yet I wasn’t about to surrender it without a fight.
I shot back with a smirk, “I don’t see your name on it.” Her glare only stoked my amusement, a spark of competition igniting between us.
“Hey, Ryder,” urgency laced her voice, and my smirk faltered as I turned. In that split second, she managed to wrestle the milk from my grasp. I pivoted back to her, puzzled by her sudden alertness, only to find an empty space. A clever ruse had been played on me, and frustration surged a
