Elodie’s POV
With sixty seconds left on the clock, Callie's grip on my hand tightens to a near-painful squeeze. I crouch down properly this time, bringing myself eye-level with her so she can't look at the screen, only at me.
'Whatever happens in the next minute,' I tell her, my voice fierce and steady, 'I already think you're the winner. Every single time.'
She manages a small, wobbly smile at that, some of the rigid tension finally easing from her shoulders. 'Even if we don't get the prize?'
'Especially then,' I say, tapping the tip of her nose with my finger. 'Prizes are nice, Callie. But they're not the actual point of any of this.'
'What is the point, then?' she asks, her brow furrowing in genuine curiosity.
'Making something together. Having fun doing it.' I offer her a warm, e
