“i think Elaina likes you!” your friends squeals as you walk to class with her.

“and i’m the president, yeah, yeah.” you roll your eyes pushing her a little

“no actually! look at the way she looks at you.” she says, pulling out her phone to show you a video

in the video she was staring at you the entire time. with a look in her eyes that stayed. a look of admiration, fondness, she even put her hands on your waist and you didn’t even realise.

maybe she does?