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Amelia Harper never thought she’d fall in love with a stalker—especially not one as awkward and hopelessly bad at flirting as Oliver. But life has a funny way of turning the creepy into the cute.

Between imaginary cats giving terrible dating advice, best friends with no filter, and a boy who watches her like she’s his entire world (in the least serial-killer way possible), Amelia’s love story is anything but ordinary.

As their clumsy romance unfolds—filled with hilarious misunderstandings, heart-fluttering moments, and an undeniable connection—Amelia realizes that love isn’t about grand gestures. Sometimes, it’s found in quiet glances, accidental confessions, and the boy who’s been there all along.

But love isn’t a fairytale, and growing up means learning when to hold on… and when to let go.

A rom-com filled with laughter, love, and a little bit of magic—because sometimes, the best love stories begin in the shadows.

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"So… are you guys dating now, or is this just your weekly 'freak out over Oliver' session?" Lena asked, lazily sipping her bubble tea.

Amelia choked on her drink. "We are NOT dating!"

Lena raised a perfectly shaped eyebrow. "Oh? Then explain why you've been smiling at your phone like a lovesick idiot for the past week."

"I do NOT—" Amelia paused as her phone buzzed. Oliver: Are we still on for later?

Lena smirked. "Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't realize you had a date."

"It's not a date," Amelia hissed. "He just wants to hang out."

"Honey, a boy wants to spend time with you alone, and he's the same one who has been lowkey obsessed with you since forever." Lena popped a boba into her mouth. "That's a date."

Amelia wanted to argue, but… was it?

An hour later, Amelia found herself sitting across from Oliver at a cozy little café. The lighting was warm, the music soft, and the atmosphere a little too romantic for just hanging out.

Oliver seemed oddly nervous, his fingers tapping lightly against his cup.

"So, uh…" he started. "You look… nice."

Amelia blinked. "Oh. Thanks." She tugged at her sweater. She had definitely overthought her outfit.

Oliver cleared his throat. "I mean, you always look nice."

Amelia's brain completely short-circuited.

There was an awkward silence. Oliver rubbed the back of his neck. Amelia fiddled with her straw.

Oh no. This was weird. This wasn't supposed to be weird.

Desperate for a topic, Amelia blurted, "Did you know octopuses have three hearts?"

Oliver stared at her. Then, out of nowhere, he burst out laughing.

"I—" Oliver wheezed. "I don't know why that was the first thing you said, but—" He wiped his eyes. "That was adorable."

Her face felt like it was on fire.

Maybe… just maybe… Lena was right. Maybe this was a date.

And maybe… she didn't mind that at all.

Chapter 17