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OMNISCIENT POV:
The morning light filtered through the sheer curtains of Riyah's flat, casting soft shadows across her room. She blinked, squinting at her phone on the bedside table as the events of the previous night replayed in her mind. The kiss. The way he'd looked at her, like he saw something deeper.
She groaned, rolling onto her stomach and burying her face in the pillow. "What did I do?"
Her mind was a mess of overanalysis. Did it mean anything to him? Was it just a heat-of-the-moment thing? Should she say something?
Reaching for her phone, Riyah opened her messages and scrolled to her best friend Tee's contact. Her thumbs hovered over the keyboard for a moment before she started typing.
Riyah: Tee, you ever do something and then not know what it meant? Like overthink it to the point of madness?
The reply came almost instantly.
Tee: Lmao babe what have you done now? Spill.
Riyah bit her lip, staring at the screen. She couldn't bring herself to mention Krazy by name. Tee would jump to conclusions, and Riyah wasn't sure what she wanted to hear right now.
Riyah: Nothing Idk, Forget I said anything
Tee: Nah I'm calling you
Riyah cursed under her breath as her phone buzzed. She rejected the call, tossing it onto the bed and flopping back dramatically. The truth was, she didn't even know what to say.
Her phone lit up again, but this time, it wasn't Tee. It was Krazy. Her heart skipped, but when she unlocked it, it was just a notification from the playlist he'd been playing last night. She exhaled, disappointed and relieved at the same time.
Should she text him? Should she act like nothing happened? What if he didn't even care?
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Meanwhile, about a 10 minute drive away, Krazy's morning was quieter. He stood in the mirror, pulling a fresh hoodie over his head. Riyah's face popped into his mind as he adjusted the hood, her laughter, her vulnerability, the way she kissed him back.
He shook his head, smirking to himself. He knew better than to get attached, but something about her made him feel like maybe he didn't need to keep his walls up all the time.
Krazy reached for his phone, hovering over her name in his contacts. A part of him wanted to text her, to see what she thought about what happened, but he stopped himself. If she regretted it, he didn't want to push. He'd let her come to him.
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The sound of Riyah's mum shouting startled her out of her thoughts.
