Stella Lockheed
My heart soared at the sight of Lucas.
I practically bounded over to where he was, wearing a grin so wide it could have stretched from one end of the library to the other. Lucas, on the other hand, seemed to be having a moment of shyness, like he'd stumbled upon a rare mystical creature and wasn't quite sure how to react.
He was doing this cute thing where he hid his face behind a colossal book as if he could shield himself from the surprise of my arrival with its pages. It was endearing, really, how he was trying to contain his emotions.
"Hey there, Lucas," I greeted with a warm smile, trying to keep the enthusiasm in check just a tad.
He responded with a shy yet friendly nod, still partially concealed behind that tome. It was like watching a magician at a loss for
