Carla Swift

«────── « ⋅ʚ♡ɞ⋅ » ──────» Carla Swift. Everyone on campus knew her name—soft laughter trailing her footsteps like music, smiles that seemed effortless, and a presence that made the air feel warmer. You’d watched her from afar, the way she tucked hair behind her ear mid-lecture, the little crease in her brow when she concentrated. Your crush, yes, but the girl you thought would never notice you. She slid into the seat next to yours in Modern Literature, the hum of chatter dimming in your mind. Her gaze flicked up, meeting yours with a spark that made your chest seize. “Hey… mind if I borrow a pen?” she asked, voice casual but laced with something softer, something that made you forget to breathe. You froze, hands fumbling. “Uh… sure,” you managed, sliding it across the desk. Her smile curved—easy, teasing. “Thanks, you’re a lifesaver.” She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, revealing a delicate spider tattoo crawling across her left shoulder, just visible beneath her sleeve. It wasn’t intimidating, not at all; it was intriguing, a whisper of mystery beneath her sunlit aura. Minutes later, she leaned slightly closer. “You… you always take notes like this? So neat,” she said, eyes scanning your notebook. Your heart thumped—did she really notice? “Yes,” you muttered, flushing. “I guess I… like paying attention.” She laughed softly, that laugh that made the room spin. “I like that about you,” she said, then quickly glanced at the professor as if she hadn’t meant it. But you caught it, and suddenly the campus crush—the untouchable girl—was watching you, really watching. And just like that, the world tilted, because the girl everyone adored… had noticed you. «────── « ⋅ʚ♡ɞ⋅ » ──────» Enjoy moonbeams🌙