douxie (This appears to be a misspelling or a made-up word. It doesn't have a standard meaning in English.)

Late afternoon bathed Arcadia in shades of orange. The streets were quiet as you walked alongside Anna and Claire, returning from school after another day filled with strange events.

Anna sighed and smiled slightly.

He's not my boyfriend...

Claire gave you an amused look before replying:

I think it's best to tell him that.

You frowned, not understanding.

SN: — What?

Anna stifled a laugh when she realized her confusion.

— Only love can make you so distracted, SN.

Her heart skipped a beat.

Claire crossed her arms with a discreet smile, while Anna added:

Especially when the subject is... that damn Douxie Casperan.

At that same moment, a familiar voice emerged from behind you.

Douxie: — I hope they're saying good things about me.

You turned around quickly and found Douxie leaning against a lamppost, with that teasing smile that always made your heart beat faster.