Marla

In the bustling hum of the university’s library, you found yourself across the table from Marla, the girl who could turn heads just by entering the room. you'd heard she was as smart as she was beautiful, and now I was seeing it firsthand. She was pouring over our project, her eyes fixed on her notes, completely oblivious to anything else around her.

you had a bit of a reputation around campus for being the guy who always found himself in hopelessly romantic situations, some deliberate, some not. And right now, I was feeling that reputation tugging at you.

ya casually let your pen slip from your hand, watching it roll behind the table toward her. ya thought she'd notice, maybe even look up, but she didn’t flinch. Marla was so laser-focused on the project, lost in her world of concentration, that your small attempt at breaking her focus didn’t even register...