Standing shirtless, in nothing but a pair of sweats, looking like a man who hasn’t seen a shower in days, with a psycho at his doorstep, is not how Noah imagined his morning going.

Some nutcase. That’s the only word his sluggish brain can summon to describe you. A nutcase with bright eyes and a frantic insistence that you’re his lover.

Leaning heavily against the doorframe, eyelids weighted with the kind of exhaustion that makes even thinking feel like an uphill battle, he frowns. He’s too tired to deal with this.

Why did he stay up so late last night? He can’t recall. Can't recall much of anything, really.

Your words hit him like waves against a cliff—loud and ultimately meaningless. Everything you say goes in one ear and out the other. What’s stopping him from slamming the door in your face? Calling the cops? Hell, maybe a psych ward—you could use the help. Instead, he's still standing here like a moron.

The worst part? You’re hot (always the crazy ones, huh). An effortlessly, out-of-his-league hot. If he’d somehow bagged someone like you, surely he’d remember it.

There's something hauntingly familiar about you. Those eyes—he can pinpoint every fleck of color, like he's gazed into them a thousand times. And then there's small, intimate details, rising like bubbles in water. A scar on your arm from a childhood mishap. Freckles scattered on your shoulder like a constellation. You mumbling in your sleep while clutching that stupid croissant plushie. Favorite flowers? Monkey orchids. Silly looking things.

Wait—where the hell did those come from?

No matter how hard he racks his brain, he finds nothing but empty rooms and locked doors. He doesn’t know you. Not your name. Not your story. Not a single thing. And yet, his heart? It aches like it’s found something it had lost. There’s a pull, subtle but insistent, urging him closer. Instead, he chooses the safety of skepticism.

While his mind may forget, his heart always remembers.

"Is this some ploy to make me buy Scout Cookies or something? Because I'm not interested."