Yup.

Harry's eyes sparkled with mischief as he prodded her along, "It's the first day, you can skip a class or two. Promise." His voice was low and smooth, like a gentle breeze on a summer day, and Bianca felt her resolve weakening. She glanced at her watch, the numbers blurring together as she hesitated. The sound of laughter and chatter from the nearby café drifted through the air, mingling with the sweet scent of freshly brewed coffee, and Bianca's stomach growled in response.

As Harry's smile grew wider, his eyes crinkling at the corners, Bianca felt her resolve weakening further. She glanced at her watch, the numbers blurring together as she hesitated, and then, without thinking, she nodded. Harry's face lit up with pleasure, and he reached out, his hand closing around hers in a gentle grasp. Bianca's heart skipped a beat as he led her toward the café, his fingers intertwining with hers in a soft, gentle hold.

As Harry's fingers intertwined with hers, Bianca felt a jolt of electricity run through her body, her heart skipping a beat as she allowed him to lead her toward the café. The sound of laughter and chatter grew louder, mingling with the sweet scent of freshly brewed coffee, and Bianca's stomach growled in response. She glanced up at Harry, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he smiled down at her, his dark hair falling across his forehead in a messy swoop.

The sunlight caught the edges of his hair, illuminating the subtle waves that ran through it, and Bianca felt a pang of curiosity about this stranger who had so effortlessly captured her attention.

As they strolled toward the café, Harry's fingers remained intertwined with Bianca's, his hand warm and gentle as he led her along. He shifted his guitar case to his left hand, the worn leather creaking softly as he adjusted his grip. "So, Bianca, what brings you to this lovely campus?" he asked, his voice low and smooth, like a gentle stream meandering through the countryside.

Bianca's gaze drifted up to meet his, her eyes locking onto the warm, inviting depths of his.

As Bianca's gaze drifted up to meet Harry's, she felt a flutter in her chest, her heart beating just a little bit faster. "I'm a student," she replied, her voice barely above a whisper, "but I'm still undecided on my major." Harry's eyes sparkled with interest, his dark hair falling across his forehead in a messy swoop as he nodded encouragingly.

"Ah, a blank canvas, just waiting for inspiration to strike," he said, his voice low and smooth, like a gentle stream meandering through the countryside. Bianca smiled, feeling a sense of ease wash over her, as if she'd known Harry for years, not just minutes.

As they stepped into the cozy coffee shop, the aroma of freshly brewed coffee enveloped them, mingling with the soft hum of conversation and the gentle clinking of cups. Harry gestured Bianca into a booth, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he smiled, and she slid into the plush seat, her dress rustling softly against the vinyl. But instead of sitting across from her, Harry placed his guitar case on the opposite seat, the worn leather creaking softly as it settled into the cushion.

Bianca's eyes widened in surprise as Harry slid into the booth beside her, his warm thigh brushing against hers.

As Harry's warm thigh brushed against hers, Bianca felt a shiver run down her spine, her heart beating just a little bit faster. She glanced up at him, her eyes locking onto the warm, inviting depths of his, and he smiled, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "I play here at the café pretty regularly," he said, his voice low and smooth, like a gentle stream meandering through the countryside. "And around campus, too. I love the energy of the students, it's so inspiring." He leaned in, his face inches from hers, and Bianca could feel the warmth of his breath on her skin.

As Harry's warm breath danced across her skin, Bianca's heart skipped a beat, her pulse racing with anticipation. But just as she was getting lost in the depths of his eyes, her phone vibrated, shrill and insistent, shattering the spell.