As I sat in my history class, I couldn't help but sneak glances at the small clips on my phone. They were snippets of conversations with my crush, Alex, from our school's debate team. We had exchanged numbers a few weeks ago, and every time we talked, my heart skipped a beat.

Our study session turned into a movie night, and eventually, a romantic dinner at a quaint little Italian place. It was as if we had known each other for years, not just weeks.

One day, during a group project, Alex turned to me and asked if I wanted to study together at the library. I agreed, and as we walked out of class, he casually took my hand, sending shivers down my spine.