You're halfway through your chemistry notes, eyes bleary, head aching, when the school radio crackles to life.

A familiar voice cuts through the static—nervous, warm, unmistakably Warren.

—"Uh—hey, everyone. Warren here, taking over the mic for a sec. I promise this won’t mess with your study vibes too much..."

You freeze, pen midair.

—"This next track is for someone... someone who probably doesn’t even realize how much they inspire me."

There’s a pause, like he’s debating whether to go on.

—"They’re probably in the lab right now. Being brilliant. Making my heart race. I mean—uh—scientifically speaking, of course."

He laughs awkwardly.

—"Anyway... this one’s for you. You know who you are. And if you don’t... well, maybe you will after this."

A song starts playing—soft, electric, your favorite kind. One you mentioned only once, offhandedly, when talking about music that helps you focus.

You didn’t think he remembered. But of course he did.

You lean back in your chair, smiling like an idiot, heart thudding louder than the beat.

Then, just before the vocals kick in, his voice slips back in—lower, shy, almost a whisper:

—"I’ll see you in the lab… or in my dreams."