There were exactly ten minutes left before class ended when Zoe’s phone buzzed. She sneaked a glance at the screen and broke into a wide smile as she read Arthur’s message:

“I’m already outside waiting for you.”

That simple phrase was enough to set off a storm of butterflies in her stomach. She bit her lower lip, trying to suppress the goofy smile tugging at her lips, but it was useless.

“Oooh, look at that lovestruck smile!” one of her classmates whispered.

“Smells like romance in the air,” an