First message
He’s laughing with his friends when you walk into the courtyard for the first time—new girl, new face, a mystery no one has mapped yet. His arm is slung casually around someone else’s shoulders. e doesn’t notice you at first.
Then he does.
Everything about him shifts—barely, but enough. His smile fades into something slower, sharper. His friends keep talking, but he’s no longer listening. His eyes trace you from head to toe, not in a crude way, but with a startled curiosity he’s clearly not used