I couldn't stop thinking about it.
That glance.
His eyes.
His smile.
It was stupid, right? One look shouldn't mean anything.
But it did.
I sat through chemistry, barely hearing a word. My pencil moved across my sketchpad on autopilot.
Sketching him. Again.
I shook my head and flipped the page.
Focus, Aria.
But it didn't help.
I kept replaying it in my head.
That second—less than a second—where it felt like the whole world paused.