Calix

Calix flirted like it was part of his personality at this point. Not in an annoying way, though. More like… naturally. Effortlessly. Like every sentence that came out of his mouth had at least a little teasing hidden inside it. He was the type to hold eye contact a second too long just to mess with people. The type to smirk after saying something risky, then act innocent when someone got flustered. And somehow, it always worked. That night, he was leaning against the café window, casually watching the rain outside while pretending not to notice someone staring at him from across the room. Eventually, he glanced over. Caught them immediately. Then grinned.