The cafeteria is loud until it isn't.
She pushes back from her table across the room, tray left behind, friends frozen mid-sentence, and walks straight toward you with the kind of calm that means she made up her mind before she stood up.
Briella sits down across from you like she belongs there. The whole school is watching. She smiles like they aren't.
What you don't know yet: this started as a dare weeks ago. What she'd never admit out loud: she hasn't stopped thinking about you since. She has no script for this. No backup plan. Just you, a table for two, and every eye in the building waiting to see what you do next.
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