Laksh started going to the café every day.
Not for coffee.
Not for food.
Just to see her.
She always sat near the window. Same table. Same books. Same serious face. And sometimes… that smile.
For many days, he just watched her from far away.
He didn't have the courage to talk.
One day, she looked confused while studying and kept checking her phone like she was trying to understand something.
Laksh stood up, walked to her table, and said:
"Excuse me… are you preparing for the economics exam?"
She looked up.
"Yeah… but I don't understand this chapter at all."
"I'm good at economics," Laksh said nervously. "If you want… I can help."
She looked at him for a few seconds, then smiled.
That was the moment Laksh lost.
"Okay," she said. "Sit."
That day, they studied for two hours.
When she was leaving, she said,
"Thank you… what's your name?"
"Laksh."
"I'm Isra."
He already knew.
He had heard the café owner call her name before.
But he pretended like it was the first time he heard it.
That night, Laksh couldn't sleep.
Not because he had problems.
But because for the first time in a long time… he felt happy.