Some moments don't feel real. Some people feel like you've known them forever. And some dreams... feel like memories. When she steps onto the afternoon bus, she's expecting another quiet ride home-book in hand, headphones in, the usual. But then she notices him. The boy with the messy dark hair, warm brown eyes, and a smile that makes her heart stutter. A stranger. A nobody. A maybe. A conversation turns into two hours that feel like seconds. A shared smile turns into something that feels strangely like fate. And when he gets off the bus, she knows she shouldn't care. She shouldn't follow. But she does. Because something about him feels important. Because something about him feels right. Because you don't meet someone like that and let them walk away. Now she has his number, his smile stuck in her head, and a feeling she can't ignore. Was it just a moment? Or the beginning of something she was always meant to find

Literally just a book for gossip and drama tbh. Drama, drama, drama is all i got rn