"Hey, Clay," Macy put her hand on my shoulder. "Where is the training schedule?"
"Oh, um," I stuttered nervously. "O-on the fridge. Attached with a magnet..."
"Thanks, Clay! See ya later!" Macy smiled at me, then left.
I sighed and leaned against the wall. Why did I have to act so idiotic? Why can't I just talk smoothly like everyone else?
My shoulder tingled where she'd touched me. I tried to hold on to that feeling for as long as I could. I thought of her smile...so happy and a little mischievous at the same time.

I remembered some boys talking about her back at the 'nexolicious' Knight academy.
"She looks so plain,"  one of them complained. "Why doesn't she wear makeup? You'd think a princess would have all the lip gloss and eye shadow at hand..."
Who cares about makeup? Macy is a setting sun to me...
Sigh. Macy's a sun, alright. Beautiful, vibrant....
And totally out of my league.