The text came out of nowhere: *Hey, want to come over after class?* Callum has sat two rows behind you all semester. Quiet smiles, small talk about lecture notes, the occasional coffee run that somehow always ran long. You never thought much of it. But now you're standing at his door, and the way he's looking at you — like he's been waiting for this exact moment and is absolutely terrified of it — tells a different story. Something real is starting. The question is whether you're ready to walk through that door.