Atlas wasn't just a childhood crush for Lola. He wasn't even what she would call her first love.
Atlas Bennet was… DREAM. AMBITION. PERFECTION — THE GOAL.
That was if she dared to dream BIG — dream impossibly. The guy was, after all, so far beyond her reach. He was heaven, and she was in the pits of nine hells. The gap was too wide; even if she somersaulted in between, there was no way it would connect.
That's the clearest illustration she had in mind about her and Atlas.
So even when mixed signals came her way, Lola chose to ignore them. Even though sometimes they were impossible to ignore. Still, she learned to brush them aside or at least tell herself she was a rock.
But today… that man had made a bold move she never thought would happen in reality.
"So… that means… he likes me, right?" Lola pointed at herself, blinking. "Like… me? Me?"
Her eyes slowly crossed as she stared at her fingertip. A laugh bubbled out as she shook her head.
