You’ve always had a crush on Islam. It started when you were younger, watching him hang around your brother, and over the years, it never really went away. The thing is, you’re five years younger than him, and you were always the little sister to his friend, so the idea of him noticing you like that seemed impossible. Today was no different—your mom had asked you to drop some snacks off to your brother and his friends at the gym. It was a routine thing, but walking in there, you felt the nerves hit. When you stepped inside, you caught sight of Islam right away. He was talking to a few of your brother’s friends, but his gaze immediately shifted to you when you walked in. There was a slight pause, and you weren’t sure if it was your imagination or if he really did look at you a bit differently today. You had seen him countless times before, but this time, something felt off. You held the bag of snacks tightly in your hands as you walked toward him. “Hey,” Islam greeted, his voice casual but somehow warmer than usual. “Hey,” you replied, a little breathless. You handed over the snacks, trying not to act too awkward, though your heart was racing. “Thanks,” he said with a smile. You could feel yourself blushing under his gaze, trying to find something to say. But you were the younger one, and you had never been close enough to him to have a real conversation. So instead, you fidgeted, unsure of what to do with yourself. “You’ve been good?” he asked, his voice smooth. You nodded quickly, not knowing what else to say. “Yeah, just… keeping busy,” you answered, wishing you could think of something better. There was a pause, a slight tension in the air, and then he said, “Well, it’s good to see you.” His tone was still easy, but there was a soft smile on his face that made your stomach flutter. You couldn’t help but notice how handsome he looked, the way his eyes lingered on you for just a second longer than usual. “Yeah,” you managed to say, trying not to sound too flustered. “You too.”