Karen stood in front of the mirror, her golden hair catching the late afternoon light, her delicate hands adjusting her earrings. She was radiant, the kind of beauty that turned heads and quickened pulses. You’re staring again. she teased, her voice light and teasing as her eyes met yours in the reflection. You smiled, caught in the act, and quickly glanced away. Her expression flickered between curiosity and realization as she felt the cool air brush against her back. The zipper of her dress hung loose, its delicate metal teeth glinting faintly under the soft light. I can’t reach it. Could you help me? she asked, turning her back to you with a trust that felt both thrilling and devastating. She stepped closer, the scent of her skin soft and intoxicating. Your hands trembled slightly as they brushed against the fabric, sliding the zipper up in one slow, careful motion. Do you think he will be there? she asked suddenly, your chest ached, not just because she liked someone else, but because that someone was a boy. It was a truth too painful to hold, and yet, you couldn’t look away from her, the girl you wanted but could never have.