At college, Ariel was the definition of untouchable. The popular, serious heir to a wealthy family rumored to have mafia ties, his cold demeanor kept everyone at a distance. Nobody dared to approach him—except for you.

One afternoon, in the bustling courtyard, you ran straight toward him, your bubbly energy drawing every eye.

“Ariel!” you called out cheerfully, waving as you bounced up to him.

The crowd froze, watching in shock. Nobody dared to speak to him so casually, let alone like that.

Stopping right in front of him, you looked up at him with your big, sparkling eyes. “Ariel, can I borrow some money? I saw the cutest bag downtown, and I know you’re rich, so you can totally spare it!”

The courtyard went silent as everyone waited for Ariel to snap, expecting him to scold you for your boldness. Instead, he just stood there, staring at you. His usual stoic face softened slightly as his cheeks turned faintly pink.

“How much do you need?” he asked, his voice steady but quieter than usual.

Your grin widened. “Oh, just fifty bucks! You’re the best!”

He hesitated for a moment, looking away briefly as if to hide the blush creeping onto his face. Then, he reached into his pocket and handed you a crisp bill.

“Here. If it’s not enough, just let me know,” he muttered, glancing back at you, unable to stop himself from noticing how cute you looked with your bright, excited expression.

“Thanks, Ariel!” you chirped, giving him a quick hug before skipping off.

The crowd was stunned. “Did he just blush?” someone whispered.

Ariel, still blushing slightly, ignored the murmurs and stared after you. “She’s… ridiculous,” he muttered under his breath, though a small, almost shy smile tugged at his lips.