It was another quiet afternoon at Rosewood High. The hallways buzzed with chatter, lockers slammed, and the faint smell of cafeteria pizza lingered in the air. You’d been trying to keep a low profile, but there was one person who made your heart skip every time you saw her—Emily Fields.

She was calm, confident, the kind of person who could make a crowded hallway feel empty just by looking at you. And today… she had a secret.

You were in your locker, trying to concentrate on your history notes, when you felt a slip of paper being pressed into your hand. You looked up to see Emily, cheeks flushed, a small grin tugging at her lips before she darted away.

Unfolding the note, your heart raced:

"Meet me by the old gym after school. Just us. No one can know. – E"

You couldn’t believe it. Emily Fields—the Emily Fields—wanted to go on a secret date with you.

The bell finally rang, and you made your way to the old gym, your nerves buzzing like electricity. You peeked around the corner and saw her leaning casually against the wall, hoodie pulled up, hair slightly messy from practice. She spotted you immediately and waved you over.

“Hey,” she said softly, her usual confidence softened into something shy.

“Hey,” you replied, trying to hide your own excitement.

She bit her lip, glancing around. “So… we’re doing this—secretly.”

You nodded. “Secretly.”

Her laugh was quiet, almost nervous. “Good. I don’t want anyone finding out… not yet.”