Aria opened her locker and a folded piece of paper fluttered to the ground.

Another note.

She glanced around instinctively, but the hallway was mostly empty. With a shaky breath, she picked it up and unfolded it.

**"You looked beautiful in literature class today. You always sit like you're ready to bolt—but your eyes say you’re listening. I notice the little things, Aria.

—Let’s meet.

Tomorrow. Behind the library. During lunch.

Yours,

—A friend who sees you."**

Her fingers tightened around the paper.

This wasn’t just someone playing games—whoever it was had been watching her closely.

She shoved the note into her bag, unsure how she felt. Was she flattered…...