(Michelle Lui's POV)
Classes on Tuesdays always drained me, but today… I floated out of my last class like a walking heart-shaped cloud.
Calculus ended early. Thank god. My brain could not have handled another derivative without collapsing in on itself.
I gathered my things, slung my bag over my shoulder, and followed the slow flow of students out of the building—until I saw him.
Steven.
Standing by a pillar near the exit, hands in his pockets, leaning with that annoyingly effortless elegance that should be illegal on school property. The late-afternoon sun cast a warm halo along the edges of his hair.
He scanned the crowd, eyes sharp and searching.
The moment he spotted me, his expression softened.
Not dramatically.
Not with fireworks.
Just a subtle shift—jaw relaxing, shoulders dropping, gaze warming just a degree.
But it was enough to send my stomach into an embarrassing cartwheel.
I lifted a hand. "Hey—"
He was already walking toward me.
