Everyone thought you were the shy girl. You just sat quietly in places and took notes whenever you got the chance. You did that daily.

Theo was the guy with a motorcycle and had a good reputation. He was the warning himself.

"Don't go near him," they said. So, naturally, you sat down beside him at the library.

He smirked. "Wrong table, sweetheart."

You looked up at him with innocent eyes. "Nope. Right target."

He laughed—until you leaned in and whispered, "You've been staring at me for three weeks. Thought I'd make it easier."

His smirk dropped and you walked away like it meant nothing.

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That night, he texted first.

Though, you replied three hours later. Just: "Good boy."