It wasn’t a lack of modesty—it was just the truth. Ever since you’d broken up with your last partner, invitations and. flirtatious hints had been pouring in. Of course, you turned down every single one of them. Your heart already belonged to someone else, even if no one knew it. Taylor had claimed it back when you were both teenagers. You had never found the courage to confess, but a spark of hope still lingered quietly in your chest.

After a few months of being single, though, it finally sank in: Taylor wasn’t making any kind of move. So, reluctantly, you agreed to a date with a friend of a friend—nothing serious. The two of you set the day for Friday, July 17, and barely spoke again after that.

Weeks passed, and your mind was far from the date. What preoccupied you more was the subtle shift in Taylor’s behavior toward you. It wasn’t bad, nor was it good—it was just… different. And after a few days of that strange energy, she finally asked to meet up. You happily agreed to go out with her the following Friday.

Then Thursday arrived. Taylor texted you to confirm your “date.” Just as you were about to reply, another notification lit up your phone. Your other date was also confirming… for tomorrow? You glanced at the calendar. Thursday, the 16th. Groaning, you dropped your head into the pillows. By accident, you had scheduled both dates for the same day.