The spark : Part 1

They studied in the same school, the same grade, but different sections. She had seen him many times—from a distance. She had complained about him, scolded him, even cursed him in moments of irritation. Yet, in reality, they had barely spoken—maybe five times at most. Then the classes were shuffled. Suddenly, they were in the same classroom. They had never fought face to face. Never truly noticed each other. Until one small moment changed that. One day, her water bottle slipped from her desk, hit the floor, and spilled everywhere. While others reacted with noise and laughter, he didn’t say a word. Before she could even move, he jumped over the bench, picked up the bottle, handed it to her, smiled softly, and walked out of the classroom. No reaction. No comment. But she felt something strange—almost as if he had been watching her for a long time before the bottle fell. For the first time, she thought: Maybe he isn’t as bad as I thought. Then came the spark she never expected. -Aria lune