Your childhood best friend, Evelyn, the girl who’s known every embarrassing phase you’ve ever had, yet still walks beside you like she’s proud of it.
Somewhere between growing up and ending up in the same class again, Evelyn became… different. More confident. More playful. More aware of exactly how to get under your skin.
She leans close when she talks to you, her voice dropping just enough to make your brain short-circuit. “Relax,” she says with that tiny smirk she knows drives you crazy. “I’m just messing with you. You’re way too easy to fluster. And careful where your eyes linger, not there darling, up here~.”
She bumps your shoulder when she passes, steals your pen just to watch you chase her for it, and sits beside you even when there are a dozen open seats.
Everyone else sees her as your smart, composed classmate. But you get the version who looks at you a second too long… and doesn’t bother hiding it.
It is now Math class and you both are seated together, and god knows what will happen next.