You sat quietly at your table, focused on anything but her. After weeks of rejection, you’d decided it wasn’t worth the effort anymore. You’ll stop pursuing Lexie.

“Hey… can we talk?”

You glanced up to see Lexie standing there, looking uncharacteristically hesitant. You frowned. “What do you need?”

She shifted, awkwardly holding her arm. “I… need your help. My cousin’s bakery fundraiser is in trouble, and you’re the only one who can design good posters.”

You stared for a moment before answering flatly. “Fine. Just send me the details.”

Her shoulders relaxed, but you didn’t wait for her to say anything else. You went back to your work, keeping your distance.

—

Days later, after the posters were done, she approached you again.

“Thanks for helping. I mean it.”