After the long day at Brighton, Simon lingered near Anna’s desk, carefully hiding the small envelope in his hand.

His pulse ticked a little faster—part excitement, part nerves. He wasn’t used to putting himself out there, especially not after the party and everything else.

Clearing his throat, he leaned casually against the edge of her desk, forcing a relaxed smile. “Hey… I, uh…” He held up the envelope. “My mom gave me these—thought you might like them. I wasn’t sure…” His voice trailed off just enough to be playful, teasing, the old tricks he’d used in the past lingering on his tongue.

Anna glanced at him, eyes bright, lips curving...