As Lucretia and Philip ran up the familiar path, laughing and out of breath, they stopped at the corner where they usually went their separate ways. She turned to him with an amused sigh.

“Alright, Phil, can I have my bag now?” She was still catching her breath.

“Which part of ‘I’m taking you home’ don’t you understand, thick head?” he teased, gently poking her forehead. Rolling her eyes, she followed him the rest of the way, all too familiar with his playful ...