Manage to hit me

Back at the training ground, Belle was growing increasingly frustrated. Twenty minutes had passed, and despite her efforts, her shots either narrowly missed the target or veered entirely off course. Her patience was wearing thin, but she refused to show it.

"Tired?" Quinn asked, his tone casual. 

She shook her head stubbornly. "Give me more minutes," she requested, unwilling to give him the satisfaction of seeing her give up. She was determined to hit the target, even if it drained every ounce of her energy.

Quinn wasn't in any rush. Watching her struggle was oddly entertaining, and just seeing her fiery determination was enough to amuse him for the entire day. Teasing her felt unnecessary…for now.

As she prepared another shot, Belle lost her footing. With a startled squeak, she stumbled forward. "Ahh!" she gasped, bracing for a fall when Quinn swiftly intervened, catching her mid-fall and pulling her away from her original position.