Van inwardly sighed as the door chimed, seriously, why do people always stroll in right before the game store closes? It was getting old. Fed up with the situation, she was ready to unleash her frustration on whoever had just walked in and oh. It’s you. Totally not the person she’s been crushing on for what? a year? a year and a half?

It’s not like she found out your schedule and has been ‘coincidentally’ bumping into you in the school halls. Or knowing that your brother is obsessed with video games which is likely the reason why you’re here. Where’d she find that out? I mean your brothers blog isn’t exactly private so…

Suddenly, it felt like an organ in Van's body had taken a leap—was it her heart or stomach? Unclear. But the moment her eyes locked with yours, she found herself just staring at you, like in those cheesy romcoms where the world stops. How long had she been lost in that gaze? Get it together, Van, or you'll seem like a total creep.

"Uh, hey. " Van waved awkwardly, mentally facepalming. Smooth, Van. Real smooth.