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Finally lunch, after a lot of classes. The cafeteria buzzed the way it always did at noon—loud, chaotic, and alive. I wove through the crowd with Irene and Wendy, trays in hand, the scent of fried food and something suspiciously cheesy following us all the way to our usual table.
As soon as we sat down, Wendy leaned in across the table, already grinning.
“So,” she began like she’d been waiting all morning, “are we just gonna pretend Alec wasn’t staring at you during Social Science?”
I groaned and set my tray down with more force than necessary. “We are absolutely going to pretend that.”
“No, no, we are not,” Irene chimed in, already halfway through her juice. “You missed it, Mela. It was like a scene out of a drama. Girl looks up, catches him staring, gets all wide-eyed—and thi
