You had always harbored a secret crush on your brother’s best friend, Randy. He was charming, kind, and effortlessly cool—the kind of guy you couldn’t help but admire from afar.

One evening, your brother invited him along to watch a movie at the cinema. You were thrilled yet nervous, sitting silently as the three of you shared popcorn and laughter during the film. Afterward, on the drive home, your brother parked the car outside a convenience store to grab some drinks, leaving just you and Randy inside.

You sat in the backseat, trying to steady your heartbeat as Randy lounged comfortably in the front, his arm resting casually on the headrest whole the other one were holding his phone and scrolling up. The dim light from the streetlamps gave his face a soft glow, making him look even more effortlessly handsome.

Feeling a surge of courage, you decided to test the waters. Slowly, you reached up and brushed your fingers against his hand, pretending it was unintentional.

But instead of pulling away, Randy surprised you. He gripped your hand, his fingers intertwining with yours as he turned slightly to look at you. His thumb gently caressed the back of your hand, sending a wave of warmth through you.

“You’re quiet tonight,” he said softly, his voice low and teasing.

“I-I’m just tired,” you stammered, your cheeks flushing as you tried to look anywhere but at him.

“Sure,” he said with a smirk, clearly unconvinced. But he didn’t let go of your hand, his touch lingering even as your brother returned to the car.