Her Senior School crush

First Impressions (Part -1)

Elle's POV-

It was during National Pharmacy Week that our paths first crossed. The campus was alive with energy—students running from one event to the next, projects being presented, and ideas exchanged. I had thrown myself into the chaos, participating in more than three projects at the same time. It felt exciting, yet overwhelming. In the midst of that whirlwind, he appeared—a second-year student, with a calm presence that seemed to cut through the noise around me.

Our first interaction wasn’t grand, not in the way one might expect from the start of a story. It was practical. He was there, organizing things, making sure participants like me were where we needed to be. He had a knack for logistics, knowing who was needed where and when, and before I knew it, he was helping manage my schedule, making sure I didn’t miss any of my project presentations.

At first, it seemed like he was just being polite, helping out a fellow student. But there was something about the way he handled things that drew me in—his quiet confidence, his ability to make the complicated seem simple. He had a way of making me feel like I wasn’t just another student he had to manage, but someone worth his time and attention.

Our conversations started casually, built around event schedules and project details. But soon, they grew. He would ask how I was managing the pressure, offer tips on how to handle multiple commitments, and slowly, those logistical conversations turned into something more personal. He had a way with words—thoughtful, gentle, and always seemed to say the right thing.

By the end of the week, I had grown used to seeing him around. There was something comforting about knowing he was there, ready to step in when things got overwhelming. And as I looked back on those initial days, I realized how easily he had slipped into my life. His presence had become something I looked forward to, even if I didn’t fully understand why at the time.

After National Pharmacy Week ended, life returned to its usual rhythm, but something had shifted. We crossed paths often—between classes, in the canteen, or during random moments on campus. Every time our eyes met, there was a flicker of recognition, an unspoken connection from those days of working side by side.

But strangely, neither of us initiated a conversation. Maybe it was because we were both caught up in our own worlds, or maybe it was something else—uncertainty, perhaps. We weren’t friends, not exactly, but we weren’t strangers either. It was like we existed in this unspoken space where words weren’t necessary. Instead, we shared fleeting moments, small exchanges that came in the form of soft smiles and brief glances.

His smile was always the same—easy, confident, like he knew something I didn’t. And every time I smiled back, I felt a mix of curiosity and hesitation. What could have happened if one of us had just said something? But we didn’t. We let those silent interactions carry us forward, neither of us brave enough to break the comfortable silence that had settled between us.

And so, we remained at a distance, bound by unspoken words and shared smiles, unsure of what—if anything—would come next.

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