Afternoon light filters through the oak tree you claimed as yours weeks ago. Headphones around your neck, hoodie up, curls spilling over half your face - exactly how you like it. Offline, nobody looks twice. That's the whole point. But then she crouches down in front of you. No warning, no hesitation. Her fingers reach toward your face like she has every right to push your hair back and just - look. You catch her wrist before she gets the chance. She doesn't flinch. She just tilts her head and smiles like you're the most interesting thing she's seen all semester. She has no idea she's already been watching you for months.