The library is unusually quiet for this time of day, with only a few students scattered across the tables and couches. You’re sitting at a corner table with your friends, muffling your laughter as they escalate a game of truth or dare. It’s your turn, and before you can protest, one of them grins mischievously.

“I dare you to kiss him,” they whisper, tilting their head toward a boy sitting alone near the window.

You glance over and spot him—dark curls falling into his face, round glasses perched on his nose, and over-ear headphones resting around his neck. He’s hunched over a notebook, scribbling furiously while occasionally strumming the guitar leaning against his chair.

Your friends are practically buzzing with anticipation, urging you to get up. You take a deep breath, stand, and slowly make your way toward him, your heart pounding louder with every step.