The next day at school, Lily couldn’t stop thinking about that incident. The strange task he had given her. She had to admit—she was curious. But something else lingered too—an unease, a sense of being drawn into something she couldn’t quite understand.

She didn’t normally get involved in the dramas of other students. She wasn’t the type to sneak around, or do things for people without asking questions. But when she walked into the classroom that morning, the flower was still in her hand. She didn’t know what had possessed her, but she found herself standing next to the girl’s desk—the one who always sat in the second row, a few seats over from Lily.

The girl was sitting there, chatting with her friends, completely unaware of Lily’s presence. Her attention was fixed on the conversation in front of her. It was the perfect moment. Lily hesitated, looking down at the flower. She placed it on the girl’s desk quickly.

Just as she stood up, a shadow passed over her, and Lily felt a strange prickle of fear run up her spine. The girl’s eyes flickered to the flower. Her face paled. Her lips pressed into a thin line, and she immediately reached for it, her fingers trembling slightly.

Lily could hear her muttering something to her friends, but she couldn’t make out the words. The girl’s reaction was off. It wasn’t the usual kind of surprise or confusion. Why was she so disappointed, it could be a love confession, but it didn't, seem like it, it seemed more like a blackmail.

Lily’s heart pounded in her chest. She wanted to ask her what was wrong, but the bell rang, and she quickly made her way to her seat, pretending she hadn’t seen the girl’s reaction.