Mahiru sat at her desk, tapping her pen against her notebook, completely distracted.
Her classmates were still chatting excitedly about Valentine's Week.
Some were planning on confessing, some were deciding what kind of chocolates to make, and others were just excited about the festival atmosphere.
But Mahiru…
She was stuck.
She knew she wanted to give Sam chocolates.
But…
Would it be too obvious?
Would he think she was being too forward?
Would he even like them?
Her cheeks flushed.
She could already imagine his reaction— his usual awkward, flustered self, probably blushing and stammering.
She smiled at the thought.
But then… a new thought hit her.
What if… he didn't like sweet things?
What if she completely messed it up?!
Her stomach tightened.
"Ugh… why is this so hard?!" she muttered under her breath.
Meanwhile, at Sam's college, he was still dealing with his friends.
"You're hiding something, aren't you?" one of them smirked, nudging him.
"I told you, there's nothing!" Sam sighed, rubbing his temple.
"Uh-huh. Then why were you staring at the Ferris wheel picture on your phone all morning?"
Sam froze.
"...You saw that?"
"Yup. You even zoomed in on a certain girl's face."
Sam felt his soul leave his body.
"Oi! Stop checking my phone when I'm not looking!"
His friends just laughed.
But inside, Sam was a mess.
His mind kept going back to that moment with Mahiru on the Ferris wheel.
The almost-kiss.
He had barely slept thinking about it.
And now, Valentine's Week was starting.
Would Mahiru… do something for him?
No, no, don't overthink it.
But…
Would it be weird if he was hoping for it?
He shook his head.
"Man, I need to stop thinking about this."
But deep down, he knew.
There was no stopping it.
After School Mahiru stood in front of a grocery store, staring at the ingredients in the baking aisle.
She still hadn't decided.
Her heart pounded as she held a box of chocolates in her hands.
Could she really… make them for Sam?
Would he like them?
Would she be able to give them without dying from embarrassment?!
She took a deep breath.
"...Alright, I'm doing this."
She put the chocolates in her basket, her hands shaking slightly.
This was her first time doing something like this.
But if it was for Sam…
She wanted to give it her best.
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