Hidden Hearts

The silence in the library was thick, broken only by the soft rustling of paper and the ticking of the old brass clock above the doorway. Zara traced her fingers over the spine of a dusty book, but her mind was somewhere else — still replaying the way Kian had looked at her during lunch. She wasn’t used to being seen like that. “Zara,” a quiet voice whispered behind her. She turned sharply. Kian stood there, hands in his hoodie pocket, eyes softer than she remembered. “Didn’t mean to scare you,” he said, half-smiling. “Just… saw you come in and thought I’d say hi.” “Hi,” she said, her voice way too breathy. He walked closer. “That history paper... I wasn’t joking. I really need help.” Zara raised an eyebrow. “Kian Rivera asking for help? That’s rare.” He chuckled. “Yeah, well... maybe I’m just looking for an excuse to talk to you.” Zara’s heart did a flip. Before she could say anything, the librarian cleared her throat, glaring. “If you two are going to flirt, please whisper properly.” They both burst into quiet laughter, and just like that ,something between them shifted...Warm... Easy... Real... interesting