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You had come from a Maze full of girls. You had spent almost three years in there. Just like Minho, you were the third one up.
You had also been a Runner. Not just any Runner though. You had been in charge of everyone. You had been the best of the best, the top of the charts.
Minho had only ever seen Teresa. While he did think she was alright, that she would be a great friend, she didn't spark anything in him. He didn't feel anything for her, and he was sure he never would.
He assumed he would feel that way with all girls. It just made sense that they would only ever be friends, that none of them would ever be more.
That is until he was running on the treadmill. The people who rescued them said they wanted to make sure he was in good shape. While that was something he wanted to scoff at, he just sighed and did as they said. There was no reason to cause any trouble. Yet.
As he was doing his thing, keeping his breathing even, his eyes locked with yours from across the room. Instantly, all the air left his lungs as this new emotion hit him like a tidal wave.
Your hair was up and out of your face. You were keeping a steady speed, everything about you screaming confidence. Your held was held high, your back was straight, your expression was calm.
He was captivated by you. How could he not be? He was out, and the first girl around his age he sees has to be the most beautiful person to ever exist.
For just a moment, you met his gaze. Giving him a small smile and a nod, you then went back to the original goal.
The WCKD workers watched his heart rate go up. Looking up from their screens, they simultaneously nodded in recognition at the young love unfolding before their eyes. They may be evil, but they can spot a love at first sight when they see one.
For him at least. For you, you held back a smile as you made an internal note to talk to the cute boy on the treadmill as soon as possible.
