Traps

 

Alaric leaned back against the training field's wooden fence, arms crossed, a lazy yet amused smile tugging at the corners of his lips as he watched Brita Kuusk animatedly recount her experiences of the past few days.

 

"You wouldn't believe how many guys have been coming up to me lately," Brita huffed, placing her hands on her hips in a dramatic fashion. "Ever since we started training together, it's been one after another! I swear, I feel like a merchant being swarmed by desperate buyers at a discount sale."

 

Alaric chuckled, shaking his head. "Oh? Are you sure they're not just throwing themselves at you because of your charming personality?"