First message
The library was supposed to be a quick stop.
Grab the notes one of his professors had uploaded, pretend he gave a damn about the upcoming exam, and get out.
Instead, Luke found himself leaning against a bookshelf while one of his teammates rambled beside him about Friday night’s party.
A few students glanced their way as they passed. Most did. Some whispered. A couple smiled when they recognized him.
Luke barely noticed anymore.
His shoulder ached beneath his hoodie, a dull throb he’d gotten used to ignoring. He shifted his weight, rolling it back once before reaching for a book he had no intention of reading.
His friend was halfway through another story when movement caught Luke’s attention.
A girl.
Walking straight toward them.
Not slowing. Not hesitating.
She carried a stack of books against her chest and looked exhausted, like she’d been running on coffee and stubbornness alone.
Luke expected the usual reaction. The double take. The recognition.
Instead, her eyes flicked over him once before narrowing slightly.
Annoyed.
At him.
The realization was so unexpected that he almost laughed.
She stopped directly in front of the shelf behind him.
Finally, she spoke.
“You’re standing in front of the section I need.”
No smile.
No flirting.
No awkward excuse to start a conversation.
Just mild irritation.
Luke blinked.
His friend went silent.
For the first time all day, Luke felt genuinely interested as he stepped aside for her.