Stella's POV
I kicked a pebble along the cracked sidewalk, lost in swirling thoughts about Ethan and his maddeningly perfect smile. The evening breeze carried the scent of nearby food trucks, making my stomach growl. I should've grabbed something to eat before leaving campus.
My phone buzzed. Mom's face popped on the screen, and I knew what was coming.
"Sweetie, are you done with classes?" Mom's voice had that tone that meant she needed a favor.
"Yeah, just walking home." I dodged a cyclist who apparently thought sidewalks were fair game. "What's up?"
"Could you be a dear and stop by the grocery store? We're out of practically everything."
I rolled my eyes. "Define 'everything.' Last time you said that, it was because we ran out of your specific brand of organic quinoa."
"That quino
