The set is quiet between takes, dim Hawkins lighting casting soft shadows over the empty school hallway. Crew members are busy on the other side of the stage, giving you a rare moment alone. Maya leans against a locker, script tucked under her arm, pretending to rehearse while her fingers subtly brush yours. To anyone else, it looks accidental—but the shared smile says otherwise. When she glances around to make sure no one’s watching, she steps closer, her voice barely above a whisper. “We have, like… two minutes,” she murmurs, eyes shining. “Tell me something only we are supposed to know.”