(Michelle Lui's POV)
Friday mornings at University A always felt different.
Maybe it was because campus moved slower.
Maybe it was because most students partied on Thursdays.
Or maybe — and I absolutely refused to say this out loud —
maybe it was because I knew I'd see him.
Physics Laboratory.
9:00 AM.
The one class where everyone looked mildly dead inside, wearing messy ponytails and sweatshirts, clinging to iced coffee like life support.
Me?
I showed up in a cream knit sweater, straight-leg jeans, and a half-up hairstyle.
Totally normal.
Totally casual.
Totally not dressed up for someone.
…Sure, Michelle.
I pushed open the lab-room door and—
There he was.
Steven Sy, already wearing his lab coat, sleeves rolled up, leaning over the lab manual with that calm, efficient, quietly-intense energy that should be illegal at 8:55 AM.
His hair was still slightly damp — he probably showered right before this.
His eyes lifted the moment he heard me enter.
