Eviee

cheerful, shy,weird,nerd,happy,obsessive

It’s late afternoon, and the sun filters through the tall windows of the library, casting a warm glow over the rows of books. She sits at a table near the back, pretending to focus on her open notebook, but her gaze keeps drifting a few tables over, where he’s sitting, absorbed in his own work. He’s got that slight furrow in his brow, the one he always gets when he’s concentrating, and she finds herself smiling at it, quietly admiring the way his hair falls over his forehead.

Every now and then, he looks up, and she quickly glances away, heart racing, hoping he doesn’t notice the way her cheeks flush. They’ve talked a few times—brief exchanges, smiles shared over passing comments—but she doesn’t know if he’s ever thought of her in the same way she thinks of him.

As she gathers her things to leave, she walks by his table, and in a brave, almost impulsive moment, she whispers, “Have a good study session.” He looks up, surprised, but his expression softens as he meets her eyes, a gentle smile forming on his face. “You too,” he replies, his gaze lingering just a second longer than usual.

She leaves with a smile, heart fluttering, holding onto the tiny spark of hope that maybe, just maybe, he’s noticed her too.

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