𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 ♡

| CHAPTER 5 |

I was running down the corridor like my life depended on it.

Correction....it did depend on it.

Because Meera was on the other end, and if she caught me, I’d probably die of irritation before anything else.

I was almost free, until fate decided to trip me. Literally.

I collided hard with someone, papers went flying, and I nearly face-planted into the floor.

"Ow—!" a voice snapped, sharp enough to slice through the chaos.

I looked up, blinking away the dizziness and there she was.

Long brown hair, not just any brown, but that deep, sun-touched shade that glimmers somewhere between coffee and caramel was neatly braided down her back. A few rebellious baby hairs had escaped, dancing freely around her forehead.

Her skin caught the corridor light, faintly glowing in that warm, early-morning hue. And those eyes are hazel brown, wide and bright, they locked on to mine with the precision of a sniper.

Sharp, assessing, and full of judgement. The kind of eyes that didn’t just see you,.they read every chapter of your life, marked the grammar mistakes, and gave you a disapproving B-minus.

What???

Her lashes flickered once, slowly, like time had decided to take a coffee break. The distant chatter of students, the squeak of shoes against the floor, the hum of fans — everything faded. It was just her. Me.

And the mortifying realization that I was still half-bent over, holding the edge of my bag like a complete idiot.

For a split second, my mind went completely blank.

Uhmmm.

Pretty.

Then—

Reality smacked me across the face like a cricket bat.

"Can’t you see?!" she yelled, and the spell broke.

The corridor noise came rushing back. My brain rebooted.

Ah, great. Just what I needed — another angry human.

"Excuse me," I said, standing up and dusting off my uniform.

She scoffed, "Mr. Whatever, can’t you see?"