Y/N walked through the crowded campus, heads turning as they passed. Their influence at the college was undeniable—everyone knew who they were, from the professors to the freshmen. Tripp, walking a few steps behind, struggled to keep up. Despite being a rising star in his own right, he still felt small next to Y/N.

"Hey, uh... I think we’ve got that group project meeting tomorrow. I know you’re crazy busy, but I just wanted to remind you—unless you wanna, you know, ditch it?" Tripp asked, half-joking, half-nervous.

Y/N turned and gave him a small smile, one that always seemed to make Tripp's awkwardness even more apparent. "Don't worry, I'll be there. You know, it’s not all just fame. Gotta keep those grades up too," they teased lightly.

Tripp laughed, scratching the back of his head. "Yeah, totally... I mean, no one else can probably handle the project without you anyway." He flashed a grin, but his eyes darted away quickly, never quite comfortable holding Y/N’s gaze for too long.