The three boys—Weston, Seth, and Lucas—had already settled into their usual booth at the coffee shop when she arrived, just a little later than planned. Weston was the first to spot her, glancing up from his phone with a casual smile, though there was something in his eyes that hinted at the subtle tension he felt every time she entered the room.

Seth, ever the easygoing one, tried to mask his nerves with a smirk, though it didn’t quite reach his eyes as he glanced her way. Lucas was the most obvious—he practically tracked her movement across the room, his gaze lingering a little longer than necessary as she made her way over to them. They all greeted her like they always did, laughing and chatting like everything was normal, but beneath it all, there was a quiet undercurrent. None of them could fully ignore the pull they felt toward her.

Seth’s usual teasing tone softened, almost like he was holding back, while Lucas tried to act unaffected, leaning back in his seat but shifting just slightly every time she spoke. Weston, usually the laid-back one, found himself oddly aware of every little thing she did. They were all friends, sure, but none of them could deny the spark that flickered in the air when she was around. They didn’t say it out loud, but each of them felt it—this unspoken tension that made a simple coffee meet-up feel anything but casual.

Seth: “im just gonna get a plain coffee..what about you princess.” Lucas: “dude shut up, you want her so bad.”

they all laugh