Scene 3 — The Smile That Changed Everything
Sam leaned forward with a smirk, tapping his fingers on the desk.
"So? Aren't you going to tell me how you met her?" he asked, his
voice playful yet probing.
Andrew didn't reply immediately.
He leaned back in his chair, letting his head fall against the leather, his eyes gently closing—as if trying to feel the memory instead of just recall it.
> Flashback Begins…
The sun blazed cruelly that day.
A typical afternoon, with heat so heavy it pressed down on the skin like punishment.
The school corridor buzzed with the sleepy murmurs of students dragging their feet toward the daily morning assembly.
Everyone looked half-alive, like they had just finished an intense military drill instead of a morning routine.
And then… he saw her.
There, on the stage.
She was smaller than the others, lost in a sea of uniforms—yet her presence was impossible to ignore.
Her hair was tied in two small ponytails, bouncing with every cheerful step. She giggled and laughed among her friends, radiant… untouched by the harshness of the day.
Then the bell rang.
She stepped forward.
The laughter disappeared, replaced by a calm, focused expression as she gripped the microphone.
Her voice rang out—soft, steady, clear.
Low, but confident.
Like a calm breeze in the middle of chaos.
Andrew, just another boy leaning lazily against the wall, opened his eyes to the sound.
And time… slowed.
Her voice wrapped around him like a spell.
He didn't know her name.
Didn't know her story.
But in that moment, she became someone he would never forget.
As she finished her speech, she giggled again—returning to her group with that smile.
A smile so genuine, so carefree, it felt like the sun had softened just for her.
It was just another ordinary school morning…
For her.
But for Andrew…
It was the day everything changed.
He found himself watching her after that.
Not intentionally. Not obsessively.
Just… unconsciously.
Like his eyes naturally searched for her.
During lunch breaks.
At the end of school.
In the in-between moments when life moved quietly.
She was always laughing.
Always alive.
As if the world never touched her spirit.
And somehow… even the cold, calculated Andrew found himself smiling—just a little—because of her.
She never noticed.
She never knew.
But to him, she wasn't "just another girl."
She was the girl who made the world feel warm again.
> Flashback ends…
Back in the dim light of Andrew's study, he opened his eyes slowly.
Sam blinked.
"Oooooooh." He clutched his chest dramatically. "That was cinematic. Like straight out of a romance movie."
Then, raising an eyebrow, he added,
"But seriously... how did you, the Ice King, fall for a 17-year-old?"
Andrew's eyes turned sharp—golden, unreadable.
A silent warning.
Sam raised both hands in surrender.
"Okay, okay! I surrender, boss. But… tell me one thing."
He leaned closer, voice softer.
"When are you going to tell her how you feel?"
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End of Scene 3.