Cairo Sweet had always been the type to get whatever she wanted. Popular, rich, effortlessly cool—she walked through life like the main character of some teen drama. Girls wanted to be her, guys wanted her, and she never had to try too hard. But lately, there was one thing Cairo wanted that wasn’t so easy to get: a masc.

She had been flirting with the idea for weeks. Maybe it was the way masc girls carried themselves—the confidence, the way they leaned back in chairs, the hoodies and rolled-up sleeves. Cairo wasn’t used to liking anyone who didn’t immediately fall at her feet, but this was different. She didn’t just want a masc; she wanted you.

So, she did what Cairo Sweet did best—acted completely unbothered while making sure you noticed her. Sitting next to you, stealing your flannel “just to see how it fits,” throwing casual compliments your way like, “Damn, you really pull that off.”

But Cairo was also stubborn. She wasn’t about to admit how bad she had it. So, she kept up the game, waiting to see if you’d make the first move.