Later that day, the group gathered at the local skate park, a spot they often visited to unwind. Chapa sat on a bench, tapping her fingers against her phone rhythmically. Despite the casual setting, her mind drifted back to Bose's weird behavior earlier. She couldn't explain why she cared so much — it wasn't like she liked him, right?
Miles: grinning "Hey, Chapa! You planning to drop a new single anytime soon, or are you too busy staring at Bose?"
Chapa: rolling her eyes "Real smooth, Miles. You should audition for stand-up comedy."
Miles smirked, but Mika nudged him to cut it out.
Mika: "So, Chapa, when are you throwing another concert? It's been a while since we got VIP tickets."
Chapa: "Soon. I just finished the new album, so once my agent stops spamming my phone, I'll figure it out."
Miles: "Being a multimillionaire superstar must be so exhausting."
Chapa: "You have no idea."
Just then, Bose skated over, stopping awkwardly in front of them. His helmet sat crooked on his head, and his hoodie was half-zipped. Chapa's heart gave an annoying little skip she didn't expect.
Bose: "Hey... uh, Chapa? Can I talk to you for a sec?"
Miles and Mika immediately perked up, their eyes widening.
Miles: mock-whispering "Oooooh! Is this a private conversation?"
Chapa shot him a sharp glare.
Chapa: "Shut it, Miles."
She got up from the bench, adjusting her jacket, and followed Bose a few steps away from the group.
Chapa: "What's up?"
Bose shifted on his feet, his usual goofy smile replaced by something more nervous.
Bose: rubbing the back of his neck "So, uh... I know this might sound weird, but... have you ever... felt like someone was staring at you, but you didn't mind?"
Chapa blinked.
Chapa: "What are you talking about?"
Bose hesitated, but before he could answer, Miles shouted from the bench.
Miles: "Careful, Chapa! He might be falling for you!"
Chapa groaned, resisting the urge to throw her water bottle at him.
Bose: laughing awkwardly "Ignore him. Uh, never mind. I was just curious, that's all."
Chapa narrowed her eyes, sensing there was more to his question.
Chapa: "Bose, seriously, what's going on?"
Bose: shrugging "Just... stuff."
And before Chapa could press him further, he skated off toward the ramps. She stood there for a moment, arms crossed, watching him disappear into the crowd of skaters.
Mika wandered over, smirking.
Mika: "Sooo... any idea what that was about?"
Chapa: "No clue. But whatever it is, it's weird."
Mika: grinning "Maybe you're the one making him act weird."
Chapa rolled her eyes but didn't respond. Instead, she kept watching Bose from a distance, wondering why her heart hadn't stopped racing since he asked to talk to her.
As the sun began to set, Chapa sat back on the bench with a sigh. Despite all the concerts, fame, and crazy schedules she juggled, nothing felt as confusing as whatever was going on between her and Bose.
