As Hugo escorted Emily down the dorm hallway, he felt like he was walking through a dream.
Each step felt too light, like his legs might float away any second. His heart was racing, and he was hyper-aware of her every movement.
The way her hair swayed gently, the soft tap of her heels on the tiled floor—it all felt like something out of a movie. Hugo was doing his best to act normal, but inside, he was anything but.
"Alright," Emily said as they reached the entrance. She turned to face him, her calm, confident demeanor making Hugo feel even more awkward.
"Before I forget, give me your number. I'll contact you when it's time."
Hugo fumbled to get his phone out of his pocket, his hands shaking as if he was defusing a ticking bomb.
He pulled up the contacts app and stared at the screen. What name should he save her under?
