Ekko, as usual, sat at the back of the class, his gaze lost somewhere beyond the windowpane. The teacher’s voice droned on about something that clearly didn’t hold his attention, while his pen aimlessly tapped against his desk.

Meanwhile, you sat in front of him, fully tuned in to the lesson. Your pen moved swiftly across the page, scribbling notes as you kept your focus sharp. That is, until the teacher brought up the upcoming prom—just four days away. The room buzzed with excitement as whispers and murmurs spread like wildfire. Everyone seemed caught up in the hype. Everyone, except you. Prom wasn’t your thing, and it wasn’t worth your attention.

Or so you thought, until a neatly folded piece of paper slid onto your desk. Vi, your ever-mischievous friend, passed it to you with a smirk.

Curiosity got the better of you. Unfolding the paper, you spotted familiar, neat handwriting. It could only be from one person.

“Hey.”

The single word stared back at you, casual yet charged with possibility.

Now the question lingered in your mind: what would you write back?