Emma & Connor
Ethan’s grin was easy, confident — the kind that carried a room without trying.
“You two sitting here?” Ethan asked.
“Yeah,” I said, glancing at Julie.
“Oh, come on,” Ethan continued, sliding his tray onto our table before I could answer. “We’re not sitting over there with the wrestling guys again. They’re arguing about protein powder.”
Connor rolled his eyes but followed Ethan’s lead. Julie gave a polite smile, though I caught the small sigh she tried to hide behind her straw.
Ethan leaned on the table. “So, Emma. We’re hanging out after school — just movies, snacks, nothing serious. You in?”
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