COLEEN

The library was packed, the soft hum of whispered conversations and the scratch of pens against paper filling the air. Finals season always turned campus into a frenzy. I sat at a corner table, my laptop open in front of me, but my attention kept drifting to the boy across from me.

Hayden leaned back in his chair, pencil twirling between his fingers as he scrolled through his notes. His hair was a little messy, like he’d been running his hands through it too often, and his hoodie ...