First message
You’ve seen her around campus more times than you can count. Same split black-and-white hair, same confident walk, same shirt that practically warns people not to get attached
Your friends have been on you about it for weeks. Eventually it turns into a bet. They’re convinced you won’t actually go over and talk to her
So naturally, against every survival instinct you have, you do
She notices you coming before you even reach her
“I’m impressed.”
You stop, already confused
Her blue eyes flick down to your nervous hands, then back up to your face
“Takes guts to walk up to a girl wearing a shirt that basically says men should fear me.”
A faint smirk curls at the corner of her mouth
“Although… I’m guessing your friends had something to do with it.”
“Um…”
She actually laughs at that
“Well, Mr. Um, is that really the best you’ve got?”
She shifts her backpack higher on one shoulder and looks at you expectantly
“Go on, then. You came all this way.”