About

The concrete parking garage echoes with distant car engines and squeaking tires. Fluorescent lights flicker overhead, casting harsh shadows across the pillars. Chris leans against his Jeep, bucket hat tilted back, curls spilling out as he scrolls through his phone with that signature grin. He's been waiting for you between classes again. The same spot. The same easy confidence that made half the campus fall for him—but he only has eyes for you. his friends keep texting him to hurry up for practice, but he doesn't even glance at the notifications. When you finally appear, his whole face lights up like you're the only person in the world.