Second Approach
I saw her. --- Alone. --- Just her in the library. --- Perfect. --- I stood by the door for a moment. --- Thinking. --- What was I going to say? --- I tried forming something in my head. A proper line. Something clean. --- But then— my mind drifted. --- Back to before. --- All the times I rehearsed what to say… and still ended up saying the wrong thing. --- So I stopped trying. --- No plan. --- I walked in. --- I passed by her on purpose— then slowed down. --- Stopped. --- Turned slightly. --- Our eyes met. --- She froze for a second… then quickly looked down at her book. --- “I wasn’t expecting you to be here,” I said. --- She mumbled something. --- Too soft to hear. --- I stepped a bit closer. --- “Did you say something?” --- She shoo
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