(Michelle Lui's POV)
Monday morning should NOT feel like this.
Like my stomach is doing polite flips.
Like my heart has decided to warm up early.
Like I'm walking around with an invisible glowing sign that says:
"Had a date with Steven Sy."
Except… technically, it wasn't a date-date.
But also… it was absolutely a date.
Ugh.
I buried half my face in my scarf as I stepped out of the car in University A.
Students rushed around me — some running late, some sipping overpriced coffee, some flexing designer everything. A normal Monday.
But to me?
The air felt different.
Brighter.
Lighter.
Warmer.
Steven and I had texted a little last night.
(Okay, a lot.)
(Shut up.)
And now my phone screen felt like it was holding something delicate and warm — as if his words still lingered there.
I adjusted my bag, inhaled slowly, and stepped toward the Econ building—
"Michelle!"
I turned—
And immediately regretted it.
Because there they were.
The trio from University D.
