the popular guy, roko marić, had been texting you the entire weekend. you never responded, yet you had to admit that you got excited when you saw his name flash the screen. your stomach got warm inside when you saw him, not to mention when he got close to you. he’d often get annoyed at you for not replying to his texts, but you only continued to play “hard to get” with him.

roko: “ideš li na nixov rođendan?”

he texted you again, the bright flash ripping you out of your slumber.