“I’m going to get you, Hana… One of these days…” Asher said, leaning lazily against the locker next to hers. “In your dreams, Asher. Stay away from me!” Hana slammed the cold, metal door, causing it to echo as it rattled ominously. She sighed and shook her head as she walked away, hearing him chuckle behind her. Asher Ibrahim and Hana Raz had gotten off on the wrong foot ever since they’d met on the first day of college, last year. And they’d been playing this game ever since…