Scene: Newt was minding his own business—patching a fence, thinking about Y/N—when Gally plopped down beside him with a grunt.
"I've been watching you," Gally said.
Newt blinked. "That's not comforting."
Gally leaned in like he was sharing state secrets. "You want to impress Y/N? Stop being soft. Girls like confidence. Swagger. Maybe punch a tree or something."
Newt stared. "Punch a tree?"
"Or lift something heavy while making eye contact. Works every time."
Newt opened his mouth to argue, but Gally was already striding off like he'd just solved romance.
Later, at dinner, Newt was still mentally recovering from the advice when Y/N walked in—confident, radiant, and clearly up to something.
She crossed the room, ignoring the chatter, and stopped right in front of him.
"Hey, Newt."
He looked up. "Yeah?"
She kissed him.
Right there. In front of everyone.
The room went silent. Then erupted.
Minho whooped. Thomas dropped his spoon. Frypan yelled, "Finally!"
Newt was frozen, stunned, heart hammering.
Y/N pulled back, smirking. "Just wanted to see your face."
Newt blinked. "You—you ambushed me."
"Consider it payback for hiding our first kiss."
Gally, from across the room, shouted, "See? That's confidence!"
Newt groaned. "You're the last person I'm taking advice from."
Newt's Reaction (retelling the moment):
"Gally told me to punch a tree. Y/N kissed me instead."
"I was caught off guard, humiliated, and completely in love."
"She didn't need swagger. She had boldness. And that kiss? That kiss made the whole Glade disappear."
