The warm sunlight filtered through the trees, casting dappled shadows across the college lawn. A group of boys lounged on the grass, laughter and casual chatter filling the crisp afternoon air. Among them was him—the boy who couldn’t seem to stop thinking about you. His tousled hair fell into his eyes as he leaned back on his elbows, grinning while animatedly talking to his closest friend.

"I’m telling you, man," he said with a dazed grin, "she’s not just pretty—she’s... something else. Her eyes..." He trailed off, a dreamy look crossing his face. "You’ve seen them, right? They’re not just eyes—they’re like these fiery pools of... I don’t know, ada? Sass? They speak a language of their own. It’s like she doesn’t even have to say a word to make my brain shut down."

His friend chuckled, raising an eyebrow. "Dude, you sound like you’ve got it bad."

He let out a soft laugh, rubbing the back of his neck. "I do, don’t I? But how can I not? Have you seen the way she carries herself? That confidence, that little flick of her hair when she’s annoyed—it’s like she’s a walking storm, and I’d gladly stand in the rain if it meant being close to her."

Unknown to him, you had walked onto the lawn moments earlier, drawn by the sound of his voice. You paused mid-step when you caught your name, . As his words reached you, your heart fluttered, and a blush crept up your cheeks. His voice was soft, like he was speaking about something precious.

"She doesn’t even know what she does to me," he continued, his tone growing quieter, almost vulnerable. "When she smiles—God, it’s like... everything else fades. She’s just—"

"Right behind you," his freind interrupted, with a look that said "you fucked up".