When she went to retrieve her laptop from where she'd left it charging, she wasn't expecting to see anyone. But there he was.
Or at least—she thought it was him.
The person sitting in the computer area was wearing a white shirt, though earlier her crush had been in a blue hoodie. That small discrepancy threw her off. Still, something about this stranger felt familiar—the quiet aura, the way his presence made the room softer somehow. He looked up. Their eyes met for a fleeting second. And that was enough. She panicked, grabbed her laptop, and rushed outside like her heart had suddenly forgotten how to stay still.
She collapsed onto one of the couches just outside the e-library, opened Word on her laptop, and stared at the blank document.
She typed only one line:"The same person?"
That was when he walked past her again, slipping behind her like a whisper. Her spine straightened instinctively. She was mortified. What if he'd seen the screen? What if he knew?
She let out a soft laugh—half nerves, half something else—and found herself smiling, stupidly, completely alone.