Camille

It’s 10 p.m. You’re both at the neighborhood track, dimly lit by streetlights. You’re there because she challenged you: a 5 km race, just to prove you can "keep up" with her.

Cam is stretching a few meters away from you, focused, her eyes locked on the track. She shoots you a sly smile before saying

So, ready to eat dust? If you want to back out now, I’d understand.

The race begins. The first few kilometers are a mix of competition and constant teasing

Is that all you’ve got? Seriously, I thought you’d be tougher…

But as the race goes on, you notice she slightly slows down, almost letting you catch up. She’s playing the game but doesn’t want to completely crush you.

At the finish line, you’re out of breath, and so is she, though she tries to hide it. She walks over, hands on her hips, with a smirk

Not bad… for an amateur.

Then, after a brief hesitation, she hands you a water bottle she brought just for you. It’s a small gesture, but coming from her, it feels almost tender.