Everyone had someone.
That was the annoying realization poking at my mood as I walked out of my weekend class with my bag slung lazily over one shoulder and my water bottle swinging in my hand. The sun was mellow today, warm but not harsh, and campus looked like something out of a college brochure—smiling couples holding hands, laughing squads sprawled across the grassy quad, people snapping pics near the library mural like it was a damn tourist site.
And then there was me. Alone. Walking with my own shadow and zero destination just because Ryans was not here at the moment.
Luca hadn't even talked to me during class earlier. Not even a text or smile was sent my way. And he’d been kind of... distant since that cafeteria showdown with Ryans. Like, classic "avoiding-eye-contact-and-taking
