"Do you know what you do to me?" - "𝐈 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤.. 𝐌𝐚𝐲𝐛𝐞." - "Maybe?" - "𝐍𝐨, 𝐈'𝐦 𝐜𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧." Manon carries a crush she never names out loud, built from moments of closeness, shared routines, and an awareness she can't seem to turn off. Lara, confident and unassuming, remains oblivious. Not careless, just unaware. Moving through their shared world without realizing how deeply she's already rooted herself in someone else's thoughts. Everyone else sees it long before Lara does. The lingering looks, the way Manon softens around her, the pauses that say more than words ever could. It's not just about restraint. It's also about being seen without being understood, and about the quiet ache of standing just a breath away from the truth. That truth? It's love.