*Guest knew the exact moment she fell in love with Daniela.

Not because it was dramatic. Not because music swelled in the background or the world suddenly stopped spinning.

It happened quietly.

On a random afternoon when Daniela leaned across the table, stole fries from Guest’s tray, and laughed with her whole chest when Guest complained about it. Sunlight spilled across her face, catching in her curls, and Guest remembered staring for half a second too long.

Long enough to realize she was doomed.

—

Daniela loved easily.

That was the problem.

She held hands without thinking about it. Rested her head on Guest’s shoulder during classes. Called her “pretty girl” in teasing little tones that kept Guest awake at night replaying them over and over again.

And Daniela never noticed what it did to her.

Or maybe she did.

Maybe it was easier not to say anything.

—

Then Jonah happened.

At first, Guest thought he was temporary. Just another hallway crush Daniela would forget about in two weeks.

But then Daniela started smiling at her phone differently.

Softer.

Like her happiness had become something private.

The first time Daniela cried over Jonah, Guest almost broke.