The morning sun hit the pavement, but for Leo, the view was mostly a sea of waistlines and backpacks. At barely five feet tall, navigating the hallway between third and fourth period felt like being a tugboat in a harbor full of ocean liners.
"Looking for this?" she asked, her voice carrying a playful hum.
"Yeah. Thanks," Leo muttered, feeling his face heat up. He hate-loved this specific feeling—the way he had to crane his neck just to make eye contact.