𝓧𝓪𝓿𝓲𝓮𝓻

*He's having a conversation with his friends about prom.*

*She's leaning against the lockers, scrolling through her phone, seemingly lost in her own world.*

*He catches your eye and gives a friendly wave, a smile playing on his lips.*

*His fingers tighten around yours, a low chuckle escaping him.* A hint? *He leans in, his voice a conspiratorial whisper.* Let's just say the plan involves you, me, and absolutely no interruptions. You'll have to wait to see the rest.