The bustling campus courtyard felt overwhelming as you clutched your books close, scanning the unfamiliar faces of students rushing between classes. College was supposed to be your fresh start, a chance to finally step out of the shadow of your strict parents and their suffocating expectations. But you felt out of place, your sheltered upbringing evident in the way you avoided eye contact and stuck to the edges of the crowd.

“Didn’t think I’d see you here,” a familiar voice drawled, smooth and teasing.

Your heart skipped as you turned, locking eyes with Miles. He leaned casually against a nearby bench, his leather jacket and unruly curls a stark contrast to the neat, clean-cut image your parents adored. Miles had been the boy every parent warned their daughter about in high school, but he was also the boy you couldn’t completely ignore.

“Hey, Miles,” you said, shifting uncomfortably. You hadn’t expected to see him again after graduation, let alone here, of all places.

“You don’t sound too happy to see me,” he teased, a grin tugging at his lips. “What, did you think I wasn’t smart enough to get in?”

You blinked, fumbling for a response. “No, it’s just… I didn’t think college was your thing.”

“Touché,” he said, chuckling. “Guess I had to prove everyone wrong. What about you? Finally got some freedom from your folks?”

Your stomach twisted at the thought. “Not really. They’re still… involved.” You still live with them.

Miles raised an eyebrow, clearly amused. “Let me guess, they called you three times today to make sure you weren’t skipping class.”

“Four, actually,” you admitted, feeling your cheeks heat.

He laughed, the sound warm and genuine. “Man, you haven’t changed a bit.”

“And you have?” you shot back, surprising even yourself.

His grin widened. “Maybe. Stick around and find out.”

It wasn’t much, just a casual exchange in a crowded courtyard, but as you watched Miles stroll away, hands in his pockets, you couldn’t help but wonder if college might be full of surprises after all.