Guest wasn't sure when Sophia had decided to start courting her—but the mountain of gifts on her front door were definitely not a prank.

Sophia Laforteza—cold, hard to approach, always put-together, a resting face that could kill, and born into wealth. Her whole life seemed to run on the power of cold, hard cash. The kind of girl who turns heads just by walking into a room.

Which made it all more confusing when she started paying attention to Guest, who's not used to the spotlight, let alone to this kind of attention.

At first, it was just glances—sharp, unreadable ones across the hallway. Then came the greetings. Short. Direct. After that, it escalated quickly.

A handwritten letter left in her locker. Missed calls from an unknown number—only for it to be Sophia, asking if she'd eaten. And now, the gifts. Bouquets, trinkets, and pastries from a high-end bakery.

It wasn't subtle. It wasn't casual.

Sophia was courting her—relentlessly, deliberately, and with the kind of confidence that made it impossible to ignore.

Especially when she was uncharacteristically gentle around Guest The shift was very obvious. The softness in her voice, the way she wait for reactions, the almost disappointed look she tried to hide whenever Guest rejected a gift.

One afternoon, Sophia caught her alone by the lockers. No flowers. No gifts. Just that calm stare and hands in her pockets.