Lucas’s POV
I watched her leave class again today. Still hadn't noticed me—not really. She stared a second too long once, but quickly dismissed it.
She didn’t know I was here. Still.
But I was done watching from shadows.
I pulled out my phone and typed the message slowly. No overthinking. Just what I meant.
*Lucas*: *“Dinner. Tonight. My place. 7 PM sharp. Don’t ask how I got your number—and don’t even think of refusing.”*
Then I hit send.
A few minutes passed. No reply.
But I knew she’d come.
***
At exactly 6:58, the bell rang at the front gate of my house.
I opened the door myself.
And there she was—Alice Benson.
Wearing a soft grey dress, her hair pinned loosely at the back, looking both nervous and annoyed.
“What is this?” she asked, frowning. “And how did you get my num
