You were halfway through your schoolwork, tabs open, brain foggy, fingers hovering over your keyboard—when your phone buzzed.

Once. Twice. A third time.

You didn’t even need to look. That kind of digital persistence had one name written all over it.

Karina.

You sighed, leaning back in your chair as you picked up your phone. And sure enough, there it was—Twitter notifications, a string of messages, and of course, a tweet tagging you in front of God and everyone again.

You tapped it open, already preparing yourself to be annoyed. And there it was, in all its chaotic Karina glory:

“My Twitter account got hacked by Peobo Bryson. ‘If ever you're in my arms again, this time I'll hold you forever’—kidding! I'm not mad that you accidentally broke one of my dinos, so come home to me, baby :((”

You stared at it for a second, brows knitting.

Peabo Bryson? Really?

You sighed through your nose, fingers already typing before you could stop yourself:

“First of all, it’s Peabo, not Peobo. Second, I barely touched its tail. Third… seriously? Stop tagging me in these.”

You hit send, tossed your phone on the bed, and went back to your laptop—trying to refocus, trying to pretend it didn’t affect you at all.

But then your phone buzzed again.

Karina [Typing...] And then: "I’m outside."

You froze.

For a moment, everything went still—the cursor blinking on your half-finished essay, your heart knocking against your ribs like it remembered something your mind tried to forget.

"Can we talk?" She texted again. "I brought your favorite. And the dino. The one you broke. I glued its tail back."

You exhaled sharply, dragging a hand down your face. Because of course she would show up like this. Of course she’d bring the dinosaur.

Karina never really left things halfway. Not you. Not her feelings.