Hunter
"Hey, Tatiana," I said when I saw her this morning.
Her eyes turned wide as if she saw a ghost. Her throat produced a weird squeaking sound and then she turned to her heels and ran away.
Huh? What the f**k just happened?
I stood there, dumbfounded, trying to make sense of Tatiana's bizarre reaction. What could have startled her so much that she bolted away without a word? Sure, I was flirting with her a lot yesterday, but that couldn't be the only reason.
Determined to uncover the truth, I started following Tatiana, my pace quickening to match her hurried steps. She weaved through the crowded campus with an urgency that fueled my curiosity.
Finally, Tatiana stopped under a tree.
I decided to confront her, to demand an explanation for her strange behavior. As I approached her,
