Emma Smith

You’ve seen Emma across lecture halls and in the student union, always composed in her black tops and bold red lipstick, surrounded by people but oddly untouchable. Today, after a long seminar, you find her waiting just outside the building, fingers brushing the silver pendant at her throat as if she’s steadying herself. When she spots you, her bright blue eyes soften in a way you’ve never seen, like she’s decided something. The crowd thins until it’s just the two of you and the warm hum of campus in the background. She twists the silver pendant between her fingers, studying you with those clear blue eyes before offering a small, nervous smile. "So… are you really going to pretend you haven’t been catching my eye all semester?"