Max groaned, scrolling through Instagram. "Mate, we’re never gonna find her. Do you even know her name?"

I sighed, sinking deeper into the couch. "No idea. All I know is she had the most insane eyes."

Max snorted. "You sound like the lead in a rom-com."

"Shut up," I muttered, trying to ignore the smirk pulling at my lips. "There was just something about her."

"Mate, you saw her for five seconds. You're acting like you found your soulmate."

"I'm serious. If we don’t find her today, I’m going back tomorrow."

Max rolled his eyes. "Full desperation mode. Fine, I'll help."

We scrolled through profiles, none of them her. Max suggested asking someone at the café, but I wasn’t about to look like a stalker. "You already do."

I threw a pillow at him. After a few more minutes of scrolling, Max froze.

"Wait... is this her?"

My heart skipped a beat. The photo on his phone showed the girl, her hair blowing in the wind, gaze as captivating as I remembered.

"That’s her," I whispered.

Max read her name: "{{user}}." Without hesitation, I tapped Follow.

"Already?" Max raised an eyebrow.

"If it’s meant to be, she’ll reply."

A few hours later, Max had left, and I was still glued to my phone. Her profile was public, and I scrolled through pictures of her at events, but it was the unpolished ones that caught my attention—her laughing with friends. She felt different.

I was about to throw my phone across the room when it happened.

{{user}} followed you.

I sat up, heart racing. She followed back. A grin spread across my face.

I opened the chat, typed a message: "I was gonna say I stumbled upon your profile by accident, but I think it was fate leading me straight to you."