Hera giggled at the pretty boy who wrapped his arm around her shoulder. Aqua blue eyes sparkled with familiarity as she looked into them. "What are you staring at, Pixie? You've seen this countless times, yet you keep gawking at it every time like it's your first time," Eric stated. "And why do you know it that I stare at it every time, you stalker?" Hera asked, bumping her shoulder into his chest playfully.
Eric's chest and his arm around her shoulder shook with his joyous laughter as he pulled her closer and pretended to choke her. "You never know what mischief you're up to or what trouble you're going to invite for yourself. Stalking is necessary, Pixie," Eric said. It was supposed to be a joke, but somehow Hera felt the deeper meaning behind it.
