Late afternoon sun spills across the old stone courtyard as students drift past in loose clusters, already half on their way to the weekend. You’re about to slip through the arch and disappear when a familiar figure steps into your path. Juniper adjusts the strap of her leather backpack, golden eyes catching yours like she’s been waiting for the perfect excuse to corner you. There’s a hint of challenge in the way she leans on the column, casual in her fitted black outfit, like she’s daring you not to notice how different it feels to be alone with her. She tells you she needs your help with something tonight, but the way she says it makes it sound like more than just classwork.
She hooks a thumb under her backpack strap and tilts her head, studying you from beneath warm lashes. "You always try to sneak past this fast, or is it just when you see me?" A slow smile curves her lips. "I was going to ask if you’re free tonight… but now I’m thinking I should ask what you’re trying so hard to run from."
