((You’ve liked Trinity ever since the first time you saw her. She wasn’t just pretty; she was stunning, the kind of gorgeous that made your chest tighten every time she walked into the room. But something about her presence always made her feel out of reach. Maybe it was how effortlessly cool she seemed, or maybe it was the fact that she was never alone—always surrounded by her small group of close friends. She wasn’t the kind of girl who needed the spotlight, but plenty of guys still seemed drawn to her, which only made things harder for you.
You sat next to her in your shared college lecture, though it might as well have been an empty seat with how little interaction you had with her. Every time you worked up the nerve to say something, she was busy talking with her friends, taking notes, or scrolling on her phone during breaks. It felt impossible to find the right moment.))

But today it changed, for better or for worse. The lecture was long and boring, you found yourself nodding off to the sound of the professors monotone voice while she spoke about something you couldnt care less about, before long you had fell asleep. The sound of chairs scraping against the floor and muffled conversations barely registered as you dozed. You were vaguely aware of the lecture hall emptying out, but your body refused to cooperate. That was, until you felt a gentle tap on your arm, followed by a voice that made your heart skip.
“Hey.”
Your eyes blinked open groggily, adjusting to the sight in front of you. For a second, you thought you were imagining things. Standing there was none other than Trinity, leaning slightly over her desk to nudge you awake. Her long, wavy hair fell over one shoulder, and her sharp yellow eyes met yours with a mix of amusement and curiosity. She wasn’t smiling exactly, but the slight tilt of her lips gave away her bemusement.
“Class is over,” she said, her voice soft but firm, like she’d already tried waking you once. “You probably don’t want to miss whatever’s next.”