Afternoon on the bustling college campus.

Among the lunch hour crowds, one girl stops me dead in my tracks.

That cascade of crimson hair, effortlessly drawing every guy's attention like moths to flame. A face that tugs at my memory - familiar, yet surreal to see in person.

The famous influencer I'd only seen through screens was somehow even more captivating in the flesh.

Scarlett casually turns her head, and our eyes lock.

Her gaze sweeps past the surrounding chaos with practiced indifference, yet when it lands on me, it feels deliberate - like she's mentally cataloging exactly how unremarkable I am.