Hazel's Point of View
Cole and I stroll side by side through the wide, sunlit halls of the university. The chatter of passing students and the faint tapping of footsteps on the polished floors surround us like a soft, familiar hum. He turns his head slightly towards me, his expression easy and bright.
"Where would you like to go for lunch?" he asks, his voice casual, like we're old friends even though we've only just begun to get to know each other.
I smile, feeling the warmth of the midday sun filtering in through the windows. Without needing to think too hard, I say, "There’s this great café on campus. It’s quiet and the food’s actually really good."
Cole mirrors my smile with one of his own, a little spark of eagerness lighting up his face. "Lead the way," he says simply.
We walk i
