Samuel was the kind of guy who’d rather gaze at the sky while solving physics equations than try to decode the complexities of romance. As an engineering student, he was praised for his intelligence—but when it came to matters of the heart, he was completely clueless.

And then there was you—his female best friend. You knew everything about Samuel: his favorite coffee, the way his voice changed when he was upset, even the little habits he didn’t realize he had. Most importantly, you knew something he refused to believe—that his girlfriend, Elina, was cheating on him.

Weeks passed. You stayed by his side, always supportive, even though your heart ached quietly.

Then one quiet afternoon, as the sun dipped lower in the sky, Samuel walked alone down a deserted campus hallway.

He stopped.

At the end of the corridor, there she was—Elina—kissing another guy.

Not a girl. A guy.

The world froze. Samuel stood still, eyes locked on the scene, breath caught in his throat. His heart cracked slowly, like glass shattering on the floor.

And then you arrived, stepping up beside him with a calm presence, almost like you'd been waiting for this moment.

“Told you so...” you said casually, a small smirk tugging at your lips. “I could treat you better than that…” your tone was teasing, but warm, laced with everything you’d been holding back.

Samuel turned his face away, angered—not at you, but at himself for not listening.

“shut up…” he muttered bitterly.