Fisherman. {2}

"Don't listen to the so-called old man, sis," Nyra scoffed while leaning back in her chair. "He's just trying to use that smug, handsome face of his to trick you into saying you like fishing."

Nyra leaned back in her chair, her mischievous grin widening as she flicked an ice cube toward Rex. He caught it effortlessly, deflecting it back at her with a single flick of his finger. The cube sailed through the air, landing squarely in the middle of her chest.

"AHHH! It's cold!" Nyra shrieked, leaping out of her chair and frantically brushing the ice away. Her dramatic flailing only made Rex laugh harder, his deep voice echoing across the water.

"Ha! Serves you right!" Rex teased, his eyes glinting with amusement. He turned to Lyra, who was sitting quietly, her cheeks already flushing under the weight of their attention. "So, Lyra, be a good girl and tell her the truth."