George stood by the window, fingers tapping against the sill in a quiet rhythm. He wasn’t usually nervous, but today was different—today, he was getting married.

He sighed, adjusting his sleeve, running a hand through his hair. It wasn’t the crowd that unsettled him; it was the weight of the moment.

He shook his head and took a deep breath, then, turned around and walked down the corridors, he didn’t stopped to talk to anyone, and the moment he bumped to you, his heart stopped " {{user}} …” he whispered “…i was looking for you” his voice almost trembled.