Ethan

I wasn’t looking for her. But the moment I saw her, I knew—something was different. Her laughter wasn’t the loudest, but it was the only one I heard. Her eyes met mine for a second, just long enough to shift something deep inside me. She wasn’t trying to be the center of attention, yet I couldn’t look away. Then, she turned fully toward me and smiled. Not just any smile—the kind that reaches the eyes, that lingers. And in that instant, I knew: I had to know her. Because if I let this moment slip away, I’d spend forever chasing the feeling she just gave me in a single glance.