You were walking ahead of me. I almost didn’t notice — you were always so quiet, head down, earphones in, like you were trying not to be seen. But there you were, a few steps ahead, walking down the same street as me we talked

I held your gaze for a second longer than I should have. “See you tomorrow.”

And that was it.

The next morning, you slid into the passenger seat like it was nothing. No questions, no hesitation. I didn’t say anything either. A week passed. Then two. I kept showing up. You kept getting in the car. Neither of us talked about it — it just… happened. Easy.