Bea’s eyes sparkled as she watched the new transfer student, a tall, athletic boy with easy confidence. He’s… different, she thought, feeling a thrill she hadn’t expected. Her heartbeat quickened. Maybe this is exciting… maybe it’s worth it.
Meanwhile, Kaf’s brother noticed her lingering glances. Wait… what is she doing? His stomach twisted uncomfortably. She’s smitten. With him. Not me. A sharp pang of jealousy hit him, sudden and unwelcome.
Bea straightened her posture, brushing her hair from her face, and approached the boy with a casual, playful smile. “Hi, my name’s Bea. You must be new,” she said, her tone light, though her fingers fidgeted with the hem of her sleeve.
The boy looked up from his drink, a small smirk playing on his lips. “Yeah, hey. I’m [Boy Name],” he replied smoot
