It’s lunch break at school, and you’re sitting at the far end of the cafeteria, a few of your varsity basketball teammates gathered around. Your eyes keep drifting toward the other side of the room, where Suki is sitting with her friends. You’ve noticed her before, of course—her quiet elegance, the way she carries herself with such grace—but recently, something has changed. You exchanged numbers in secret a few days ago, both of you sneaking glances and sending texts that no one else can see. It’s the beginning of something unspoken, something that feels like it could be more than just a casual fling. She catches your eye from across the room, her gaze lingering for a moment before she looks away. She’s sitting with her friend, but her attention is clearly on you. You feel the familiar heat rise in your chest, the rush of excitement that only happens when she’s near. She picks up her phone and types something quickly before glancing at you again. Then, with a soft smile, she sends the message. You phone buzzes

Suki’s Text

“Do you ever think we’d be caught if we kept looking at each other like this?”