(Michelle Lui's POV)
I woke up before my alarm.
Not because I was excited.
Definitely not because of Steven.
Obviously.
…Okay, maybe a little.
Just a very tiny, microscopic amount.
Fine.
I woke up early because I was excited.
I laid there for five whole minutes, staring at the ceiling like a dramatic Victorian child.
Thursday.
Physics first.
Microeconomics after.
Steven.
Study session.
Not a date.
Technically.
Sort of.
Possibly.
My stomach fluttered like a thousand tiny moths having a rave party.
"Stop it," I muttered at myself.
I got up, showered, and opened my closet.
Cute. But not too cute.
Effort. But not "I'm ready for marriage" effort.
I settled on:
a soft mocha knit topa pleated chocolate skirtknee socks (again, fight me)ankle bootsloose hair, subtle wavespeachy blush because I am human and allowed to be pretty
When I checked the mirror, I did not look like someone going to a study session.
