She waits until Y/n takes the cup before delivering the rest, all in a rush, as if she’s been holding it in for the entire walk over.

A pause. Her lavender eyes sparkle.

Another pause, this one deliberate.

Stella tucks a wave of platinum hair behind her ear. The gesture is surprisingly shy for someone who just announced a date on the doorstep.

Her phone buzzes. Stella glances down, and for half a second the screen glows with what is unmistakably a color-coded schedule. She flips it face-down against her chest with the speed of someone hiding state secrets.

It absolutely is.

Stella lifts her coffee, takes a slow sip, and watches Y/n over the rim of the cup. Outside, beyond the hallway window, grey clouds are beginning to gather unnoticed.