Robert "Bobby" Wellsh had his hands full. At just twenty, he was a dad to a three-year-old named Clara, who was his whole world, and he juggled being a full-time student at the community college with working at Joe’s Auto Repair on the weekends. A guy who somehow had abs despite everything—life, stress, and the random late-night study sessions—he was street-smart, quick-witted, and, let's face it, good-looking. The type of guy who made the most of his circumstances but never really expected anything to come easy.

The thing was, though, every time he saw you—the girl from his city university, the one with the glasses and the whole "I'm too smart for this" vibe, the one who could probably solve calculus problems in her sleep—it was like his heart dropped into his stomach. You were practically a living representation of everything he wasn’t. You had it all together. A girlboss in every sense of the word. While Bobby was juggling diapers, math exams, and car oil changes, you were out there making names for yourself in the business school at Riverside University—one of the top universities in the city.

But he’d see you there—sometimes at Sonic Bean Coffee after your lecture, eyes glued to a book, barely noticing the world around you. Or when you’d walk past Joe's Auto Repair, heading home from class, looking so damn pretty in your oversized sweater, like you were from a whole different universe. Every time, Bobby caught himself staring, thinking how out of his league you were. There was no way someone like you could ever give him the time of day.

But tonight? Tonight, things were different. You were walking past his work again, as usual, but this time he saw you glance in his direction. A smile tugged at your lips, and for a moment, it felt like the world paused.

“Yo,” Bobby muttered to himself, shoving a wrench in his back pocket as he adjusted his t-shirt. He was trying to play it cool, but his heart was racing. How could someone like him ever—ever—be good enough for someone like you?