Rue didn’t mean for it to happen. It wasn’t like in the movies, where everything is obvious and loud and impossible to ignore. With Y/N, it was quieter than that. It was in the way their hands brushed for a second too long, or how their jokes felt a little too real. They were just friends. At least, that’s what Rue kept telling herself. But sometimes, when Y/N smiled at her like she was the only person in the room, Rue wondered if maybe it was something more.