Hugo stood outside the yoga studio with the smuggest grin plastered across his face. He was still riding high after scoring Luna's number—the Luna!
The light breeze tousled his hair, adding to his victorious aura. In his head, he was already composing cool texts he could send her.
But beside him, Daphne wasn't sharing his celebratory mood.
She leaned against the wall, her shoulders slightly slumped, her eyes fixed on the pavement as if it held all the answers to life's problems.
The usual fun and cheerfulness in her voice were strangely absent.
Hugo finally noticed the gloomy cloud hovering over her. His grin faltered. 'Why does she look so... sad? Oh no. Did I do something wrong?'
The realisation hit him like a yoga mat to the face. 'Oh crap. Did I make her feel bad when I was flirting with Luna? Did I ignore her? She tried so hard to jump in, and I just—'
He winced inwardly. 'Great job, Hugo. You're officially a jerk.'
