Ivy watched as Kate leaned ever closer, utterly unsure how to respond. With so many cameras around, surely Senior Kate wouldn't actually kiss her—she must be teasing.
Beneath that composed exterior, Senior Kate sometimes concealed a mischievous heart; Ivy was no stranger to that.
Inwardly, Ivy kept repeating, "I won't move, I won't move—I simply won't budge!"
She wouldn't admit defeat so easily.
Yet Kate had crouched down, continuing to draw nearer. Ivy's cheeks burned; she dared not meet the gaze of the person before her. At last, unable to hold out any longer, she surrendered: "Alright, I was wrong! Can't I just get up?"
Kate halted, as if she truly had been waiting for Ivy to concede first—merely playing an ordinary game of daring between girls.
Ivy extended her hand. "Senior, could you give me a hand?"
Kate stood up, grasped both of Ivy's hands, and helped the one playfully feigning injury to stand upright.
