Steve arrived at her locker, prepared to slip a little note inside and leave it at that. ❛ Oh, you caught me, ❜ he said smoothly, turning around to face her. Steve WASN’T embarrassed. That would require feeling shame, which he never did when it came to making a move. He gave her a grin, his casual body language loose limbed as it was confident. The silence in which he spent staring at her with warm brown eyes was companionable, frank and forward, not awkward. No, oh no, Steve didn’t have a single awkward bone in his entire body. The little piece of paper he wrote his message on was lowered down to his side as he spoke up to her, ❛ I was going to, you know, leave you with this. But since you’re here I can tell you myself. ❜ He made it sound natural, like he almost had it planned out to play out this way all along. That was because Steve was good at going with the FLOW. He didn’t wait for a response, either, asserting, ❛ I wanted to meet up with you in the bathroom. ❜