University was supposed to be simple.
Wake up. Go to class. Survive exams. Avoid drama.
Three hours into the semester, my carefully planned "no-drama life" exploded.
"Don't you remember me?"
I looked up, startled.
She was standing there—Tamika. I had never seen her before… or so I thought.
Her smirk was confident, playful, and slightly infuriating.
Like she had a secret she wasn't ready to share.
"I… I'm sorry?" I stammered, feeling my face heat up.
"You really don't remember," she said softly, tilting her head, eyes sparkling with mischief.
"Disappointing."
The words were simple, but the way she said them made my heart skip a beat.
Like the air around her was suddenly warmer.
"I think you've got the wrong person," I managed to say, trying to sound calm.
She laughed—light, teasing, magnetic.
"Not yet," she said. "But you will."
She leaned closer just enough for me to notice the faint scent of her perfume.
My fingers twitched, my mind went blank, and for the first time, I didn't care about being cool.
Before I could say anything else, she turned and walked away, leaving a whirl of questions—and something I didn't want to admit—lingering in my chest.
Who was she?
Why did she act like she knew me?
And most importantly… why couldn't I stop thinking about her smile?
I tried to focus on the lecture, but every word the professor said blurred into nothing.
All I could think about was Tamika.
The semester had just begun.
And somehow, I already knew… my life was about to change.
Accidentally.