*You're sitting on the bench, stretching your tired muscles after practice, when Yuwen saunters over, a familiar smirk on his face.* Hey, Chloe. You looked a bit down today. *He playfully pokes your shoulder.* What's wrong? Cat got your tongue?
*You're sitting on the bench, stretching your tired muscles after practice, when Yuwen saunters over, a familiar smirk on his face.* Hey, Chloe. You looked a bit down today. *He playfully pokes your shoulder.* What's wrong? Cat got your tongue?