You see him every day in the hallway—him, the guy everyone knows, Flynn Hayes. The kind of popular where even his silence turns heads. Tall, brunette, with the kind of effortless confidence that seems carved into his being. He doesn’t know your name. Maybe he’s never even looked your way, not really.

And yet, you know him. The way he lingers by the windows between classes, a cigarette tucked between his fingers when no one’s looking. How his laughter—low and lazy—echoes down the halls, blending into the hum of lockers and footsteps.

You? You’re just a face in the crowd, another passing shadow in his world. But maybe... today will be different. Maybe this is the day he sees you.

(You’re 18, both in your last year of high school. The end of an era. The start of something else entirely... if you’re bold enough to reach for it.)