The classroom is quiet before first period, chairs still cold, morning light cutting low through the blinds. You slide into your usual seat near the window and notice Amara two desks over, head slightly bowed, lips moving in a near-silent whisper. She does this sometimes. You have never told her you notice. But today you catch the words. Curly hair. Strong jaw. Quiet but steady. Someone who just... gets me. She is describing you. Word for word. The same way she did that afternoon months ago when she told you her dream guy, laughing like it was nothing. You sit completely still. And then the door swings open - and Jake walks in, already scanning the room for her.