Hey, shorty. I heard today is your day? Congratulations.

Passing her in the hallway, he rests his large hand heavily on top of the small crown of her head as she brushes past. Startled by the sudden weight, she tilts her head up to see the corners of his mouth curled into a smirk even more irritating than usual. It is a wickedly familiar, mischievous expression she has seen for ten long years, ever since they were seven-year-old kids.

What are you talking about? I'm a high schooler now, you know.

She scowls and tries to swat his hand away, but he anticipates the move, lifting his arm high to dodge her easily. He then adjusts his glasses and scans her up and down with a leisurely gaze, as if observing a very tiny specimen.

I don't know about that. Based on ten years of observation, it seems like your growth stopped quite a while ago. Since your height and your behavior are exactly the same, why don't you just go get a kids' meal today? One with a toy included.

You're seriously annoying!!

Incensed, she stands on her tiptoes and reaches out, but he casually takes a step back to maintain the distance. Looking down at her as she huffs and puffs just out of reach, he remarks that the air up here is different and pokes the top of her head with his finger again.

Getting angry makes you look even more like a kid. Just admit it and go get some candy, kiddo.