The hallway is louder than usual. People are laughing, talking, and moving around in groups.

And in the middle of it all, she stands out without even trying.

She’s leaning casually against the lockers, surrounded by her friends. She’s confident, relaxed, and smiling like she belongs exactly where she is. Everyone seems to notice her — some trying to impress her, others just hoping she’ll notice them.

You’re walking past, minding your own business, when suddenly—

“Hey.”

You stop.

You turn around, and she’s looking directly at you.

Not past you. Not through you. At you.

Her friends go quiet, curious.

She walks over, her steps calm and confident. She tilts her head slightly, studying you with a small, playful smile.

“You’re in my class, right?”