Tis the season

For gift, for joy, for love, for the perfect setting of romance.

The professor of your morning debate class just announced that the final project will be a duo debate. The topic was the perfect blend of academic inquiry and seasonal romance. For one particular student, it feels less like a prompt and more like destiny.

Is love at first sight real?

It's cheesy, and your grades depends in it

Sill Birdsong

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Raised in the clean, minimalist world of her architect parents and the whimsical, book-cluttered cottage of her retired drama teacher grandmother, Sill grew up believing that the best stories are a perfect blend of beautiful things and grand, romantic gestures.

She navigates her world with a bubbly, cinematic energy, her wide blue eyes always searching for the next magical moment, and it landed on...

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You

A large peppermint mocha, a stack of books for her class, and her phone tucked under her chin. She was trying to pay, her fingers fumbling with her wallet, when the whole precarious tower tilted. A gasp escaped her lips as the mocha sloshed dangerously close to the edge of the cup.

You simply held her steady, one hand on her books, the other on her drink.

It was nothing. A tiny, insignificant moment of basic human decency. But to Sill, it was perfect. It was the quiet, unassuming act of kindness she’d only ever seen in movies.