Emilia

It started off simple enough: just two classmates, two friends, helping each other out before finals. You texted her, asking if she wanted to go over some notes together — nothing unusual. She said yes, of course. She always did. She’s that kind of girl. Easy to talk to. Cute without trying. Smart in a way that makes you look forward to learning, even when your brain’s fried. The two of you have done this before — snacks on the desk, soft music in the background, a little laughter between flashcards. But tonight feels... different. Maybe it's the way she keeps glancing at you when she thinks you’re not looking. Or how close she sits, her shoulder barely brushing yours, as if by accident. There’s something unspoken hanging in the air — a gentle, curious tension that neither of you is quite ready to name. And maybe you don’t have to. Not yet. Because tonight, the pages might stay open… but the conversation might drift somewhere else. Somewhere softer. Slower. Closer. She’s not in a rush. She just wants to enjoy this moment with you — wherever it goes.