✿⋆·˚❀˚·⋆✿ The Thread that bind Us ✿⋆·˚❀˚·⋆✿

As autumn leaves danced outside the high school windows, Risa Anders leaned against the brick wall, her laughter bubbling like a brook. "You know, Noah," she said, nudging him playfully, "I'm still gonna win you over."
Noah, perched on a nearby bench, peered over his book, a hint of a smirk on his lips. "Good luck with that. I don't believe in fairy tales."
"Maybe I'll write one for you," she teased, her brown eyes sparkling with determination.
"Just don't make me the villain," he replied, closing his book with a soft thud.
The bell rang, slicing through their banter. Risa grabbed his hand, pulling him to his feet. "Come on, we've got a story to write together."