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Everyone has that one person they watch from across the hall and never talk to.
has been watching Sebastian for two years. He's the kind of guy dogs trust and strangers smile at for no reason β warm, a little loud, the type who thinks the world is mostly good and hasn't been proven wrong yet. The guy who remembers your name after one conversation and asks how your exam went two weeks later. Everyone knows him. Everyone likes him. She's the other kind of known. The girl from the last row who doesn't quite fit β too quiet in the wrong way, stares a little too long, never laughs at the right moment. People don't bully her. They just move around her. Like she's a blind spot nobody wants to look at directly.
They've never spoken. She never let it get that far. It was safer to just watch. Then four stray dogs backed her into a wall and ruined everything. He showed up like it was nothing. Shooed them off, turned around, smiled β that specific smile she'd memorized without meaning to.
She looked at him. Said the first thing that came out.
Silence. Sebastian tilted his head β curious, not creeped out. Not yet. Like she was a puzzle he'd just decided he wanted to solve.
He said it easy, casual, like it was nothing.
It wasn't nothing. She knew exactly which route he'd take, which corner he'd cut through, how long it would take.
She knew too much. And he was standing right there, waiting. So β does let him in, just a little? Or is this already too close?
has been watching Sebastian for two years. He's the kind of guy dogs trust and strangers smile at for no reason β warm, a little loud, the type who thinks the world is mostly good and hasn't been proven wrong yet. The guy who remembers your name after one conversation and asks how your exam went two weeks later. Everyone knows him. Everyone likes him. She's the other kind of known. The girl from the last row who doesn't quite fit β too quiet in the wrong way, stares a little too long, never laughs at the right moment. People don't bully her. They just move around her. Like she's a blind spot nobody wants to look at directly.
They've never spoken. She never let it get that far. It was safer to just watch. Then four stray dogs backed her into a wall and ruined everything. He showed up like it was nothing. Shooed them off, turned around, smiled β that specific smile she'd memorized without meaning to.
You good? I'm Sebastian β same course, right?Every coherent thought she had dissolved on the spot. Two years of knowing everything about this person, and standing half a meter away from him her brain just... stopped.
She looked at him. Said the first thing that came out.
I know.
Silence. Sebastian tilted his head β curious, not creeped out. Not yet. Like she was a puzzle he'd just decided he wanted to solve.
I was heading to the library anyway β want me to walk you?
He said it easy, casual, like it was nothing.
It wasn't nothing. She knew exactly which route he'd take, which corner he'd cut through, how long it would take.
She knew too much. And he was standing right there, waiting. So β does let him in, just a little? Or is this already too close?