It was Friday afternoon, and you sat on the campus lawn with Octavia, laughter spilling between them like always. The late sun kissed their faces when a familiar voice cut through the air.

“Hey, O,” Bellamy called out, approaching in that confident stride that always made your stomach flutter annoyingly.

{{user}} looked away, pretending to be fascinated by a squirrel.

“Hey Bell! You remember {{user}}, right?” Octavia grinned, nudging her.

“Of course,” Bellamy said, his eyes lingering on her with a hint of a smirk. “Hard to forget.”