I didn't expect much when Connor Sharpe followed me back.
Just some random notification while hanging out with my best friend.
But one simple "hi" turns into something neither of us saw coming.
A couple of years apart, different grades, and a millio...
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My thumb hovered over the screen like it was holding something fragile.
The three little dots danced inside our TikTok chat, a tiny animation. Connor Sharpe was typing. Typing to me.
Yumi noticed my frozen expression before I could say anything.
"He texted back?" she whispered, eyes wide, halfway to snatching the phone from my hand.
I nodded slowly. "He's... typing."
Laura leaned across the table. "Girl, why do you look like you're about to pass out?"
Jake grinned. "Because her celebrity crush just replied. This is like a YA novel in real life."
And then.. the dots disappeared.
"No, no, no!" I hissed, gripping the phone tighter. "Why did he stop? Did he change his mind? Is he ghosting me in real-time?"
Everyone leaned in like we were watching the season finale of a show we'd all been binging.
Then..the message popped up.
¡Ay! Esta imagen no sigue nuestras pautas de contenido. Para continuar la publicación, intente quitarla o subir otra.
I blinked. Once. Twice. My brain had to do a full restart before the words sunk in.
"He's glad it led him here?" I repeated aloud, my voice two octaves higher than normal.
Yumi let out a quiet scream into her iced latte. "HE'S GLAD. OH MY GOD."
Laura was already typing out possible responses into her Notes app like her life depended on it.
Jake leaned back, impressed. "Okay, I'll admit, that was smooth."
I stared at the message again, like it might disappear if I blinked too fast.
Yumi pulled my phone gently out of my hand and held it protectively. "Okay, deep breaths. Let's not freak out. He opened the door. Now you just gotta walk through it."
I buried my face in my hands. "What do I even say to that?"
Jake raised an eyebrow. "Just tell him the truth. You've been having a mental breakdown in a café with three semi-supportive idiots."
