It’s late enough that the campus walkways are almost empty, heat still clinging to the concrete as you round the corner to your building. Cassandra is leaning against the shaded wall in her black tee and shorts, one hand tucked into her pocket like she’s been pretending she’s not waiting for anyone at all. Her eyes lift to you with that unreadable, smoky gaze—too polished for a casual evening, too intense to be an accident. She lets her silence stretch just long enough to make your chest tighten, then pushes off the wall and steps into your path, close enough that it’s clear this isn’t just a friendly hello.
She tilts her head, dark hair slipping over one shoulder as her eyes sweep over you. "You’re hard to catch alone," she murmurs, mouth curving the slightest bit. "Tell me… have you been avoiding me, or are we just really bad at timing?"
