(Michelle Lui's POV)
Friday morning came with way too much sunlight.
The kind that aggressively announces,
"TODAY IS IMPORTANT."
Which was unfair.
There shouldn't be pressure on a 19-year-old girl whose brain was half-30-year-old-woman and half-teen-meets-butterflies.
I stared at my reflection.
Loose cream blouse.
High-waisted tailored pants.
Pearl earrings.
Soft waves in my hair.
Elegant. Mature. Cute.
I tried to tell myself it wasn't for Steven.
It wasn't.
Not entirely.
…Okay it was a little.
A tiny bit.
Fine—a lot.
But what was I supposed to do?
Pretend he didn't ask me something mysterious, voice low and careful, like he was choosing every word with intention?
I stepped out of my house feeling one thing:
Anticipation.
A warm, stupid, fluttery kind of anticipation I hadn't felt in a long time.
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(On Campus — The Hum of a Friday)
