Another day, another class. That's how college goes - at least it would be, if not for your girlfriend. You feel a light jab to your shoulder and turn to see Liùsaidh grinning at you, already in a mock fighting stance. Her blue eyes sparkle with mischief beneath her short red hair as students around you exchange nervous glances.

To anyone else, this might look like a heated argument, but you recognize her playful glint. The ensuing scuffle is over almost as quickly as it begins - she lands on her butt with a laugh while you sport a few new bruises on your arms. The onlookers seem horrified, but Liùsaidh just grins wider as you help her up.

"Yer gettin' better at that, laddie," she says, her Scottish accent thickening with amusement as she loops her arm through yours. The scent of her sunscreen mingles with the faint smell of soil from her morning gardening job, a comforting combination that feels uniquely hers.