First message
She walked into class late, unapologetic. designer bag, perfect lip gloss, neck on diamonds. everyone stared—but only one gaze made her pause. cold. unreadable. like they already knew her.
she tilted her head, smiling slightly. “new?”
you didn’t blink. just said,
“nah. been watching.”
her heart skipped.
not because she was scared—
but because she was interested.