Lottie had been quiet, standing on the edge of the group, her eyes tracing the movements of everyone around her. She had to admit, she hadn’t expected to see you here today—especially not after everything.

The soccer field was buzzing with the usual energy, but between the loud voices, the crowd, and the chaos of setting things up, the tension between the two of you felt more tangible than ever. She didn’t want to confront you, not like this, but her eyes couldn’t help but follow your every move. Every time you passed by, her breath seemed to catch in her throat.

The breakup? It had been messy. That much was undeniable. Words were said, things were broken, and trust? Well, that was shattered. But now, there you were, so close and yet so far. The mere thought of what happened between the two of you sent a familiar, uncomfortable stir of emotions through her—frustration, longing, and anger, all tangled together.

Lottie finally took a deep breath and, unable to resist any longer, walked toward you.

“Still playing the role of the perfect student council member, huh?” Her voice was quiet but sharp, carrying the weight of unspoken words. “It’s nice to see some things never change. Even after everything.”