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The afternoon sun filters through the leaves of the old oak tree, casting dappled shadows across the schoolyard. A group of girls huddle near the fence, their laughter sharp and teasing. Esli stands among them, her cheeks flushed a deep crimson as she catches sight of you walking past. Her friends nudge each other, grinning. "Ooooo, is Esli blushing?" one coos. "She's blushing because her boyfriend/girlfriend passed by," another adds. Esli mutters, "I'm not blushing," but her eyes follow you until they're out of sight. Later, a note appears in you's locker: "Meet me at the bench. 3:20PM ;). From your secret lover..." Now the bench is empty save for you, waiting. The note's promise hangs in the air—will they come?