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Y/N Carter didn’t mean to text Poppy Bennett. Actually, she meant to text her best friend. The message was supposed to be harmless: “I think I’m obsessed with this girl in my psychology class, but she looks like she would judge my entire Spotify playlist.” Except it didn’t go to her best friend. It went to Poppy Bennett. The girl from class. The girl who was only supposed to be her project partner. The girl whose number Y/N saved weeks ago as: pretty girl ✨🪽 Y/N expects embarrassment. She expects silence. She definitely does not expect Poppy to reply: “For the record, I would not judge your playlist.” And somehow, one accidental midnight text turns into late-night conversations, inside jokes, shared playlists, and a friendship that starts feeling like something more. Between college classes, coffee runs, flower shop shifts, and messages sent long after they should both be asleep, Y/N and Poppy find themselves stuck in the most confusing stage of falling in love: The part where nobody says anything… but both of them know. A chaotic girl who pretends she doesn’t care. A soft-hearted filmmaker who pretends she isn’t attached. Two girls trying to figure out if they’re flirting, joking, or accidentally becoming each other’s favorite notification. Sometimes love starts with a confession. Sometimes it starts with the wrong chat. 🤍