Here is Chapter 2 of Stolen Moments.
I made it more interesting, emotional, and with stronger teen romance tension.
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CHAPTER 2 — The Boy in the Window Seat
The day moved slower than usual. Every class felt longer, every minute stretched out, and Lina couldn't stop replaying that moment in the hallway—the look he gave her, the way he paused before leaving.
She tried to act normal, but her heart wasn't listening.
By lunchtime, she had almost convinced herself she wouldn't see him again. New students were usually surrounded by teachers, office staff, or curious classmates.
Someone like him wouldn't remember a quiet girl by a locker.
But fate had other ideas.
Lina walked into her English class and froze.
There he was.
Sitting right in the back row—her place—by the window. The sunlight warmed the side of his face, making his hair glow slightly. He wasn't talking to anyone, just staring outside like he was lost in his own world.
And somehow… that made him even more interesting.
Her heart fluttered painfully.
Please don't notice me.
Please don't notice me.
Please—
He noticed.
His eyes lifted, and once again, they met hers. Not accidentally. Not briefly.
Slowly. Like he had been waiting.
Oh no.
Her breath caught as heat rushed to her cheeks. She looked away fast and hurried to the desk beside the window row—close enough to feel him there, far enough to pretend it didn't matter.
The teacher started class, but Lina barely heard anything. She could feel him behind her like a quiet warmth. Every time she shifted in her seat, she wondered if he was watching her.
Halfway through the lesson, she dropped her pen.
Of course.
It rolled across the floor and stopped right beside his shoe.
She reached down. He reached down at the same time.
Their fingers touched.
Just a small brush.
But it felt like a spark.
"Sorry," Lina whispered, pulling back immediately.
"No… it's okay."
His voice was warm and low, the kind of voice that made simple words feel softer.
He handed her the pen, their eyes meeting again—closer this time, closer than she was prepared for. She quickly turned back in her seat, clutching the pen like it was suddenly precious.
When class ended, Lina packed her books as quickly as she could, hoping to escape before something embarrassing happened.
But he stood up and gently tapped her shoulder.
"You're Lina, right?"
Her heart nearly stopped.
How does he know my name?
"I heard the teacher say it earlier," he added quickly, like he didn't want her to panic. "I'm… Adrian."
The name settled in her chest like a secret.
"Nice to meet you," he said with a shy smile that didn't match his confident appearance.
Lina nodded, her voice refusing to come out. She hated that she couldn't talk normally around him, but something about him made everything inside her feel unsteady.
Adrian glanced at her sketchbook sticking out of her bag.
"You draw?" he asked.
Lina hesitated, then nodded again.
"That's cool," he said softly. "I like drawing too. Maybe you could… show me sometime?"
Show him?
Her drawings?
Her heart?
Everything?
"I—maybe," she whispered, her cheeks warm.
He smiled again, the kind of smile that made her stomach flip.
Then he stepped aside to let her pass through the doorway.
But just before she walked out, he said quietly:
"I'm glad I asked you for directions today."
Lina froze for a heartbeat.
He remembered.
He really remembered.
She turned just enough to see him leaning against the doorframe, sunlight catching the edges of his hair, looking at her with a softness she didn't understand yet.
And as she walked down the hallway, her heart felt lighter, brighter—like someone had flipped a switch she didn't know existed.
If that first glance changed her morning…
This one changed everything else.