She’s the girl everyone admires — top of her class, graceful, always composed. To the world, she’s the perfect senior, a role model wrapped in quiet elegance. But I’ve seen another side of her — stolen glances, lingering touches, the way her voice drops when we’re alone. There’s a hunger behind her smile, a secret she guards fiercely. I don’t know how deep it goes… but I’m tempted to find out. You would be too. The question is — what do you do when she looks at you like that? Do you step closer? Or walk away before it’s too late?