Tell me your zodiac sign and I'll tell you if we can be together

She already knows the answer before you say a word. The way she tilts her head, fingers brushing her collarbone, tells you this is less a question and more an audition you didn't know you were walking into.

You give her your sign. Her mouth curves — not quite a smile, something more deliberate than that. She's cross-referencing something ancient and personal, measuring your energy against hers like she's done this a hundred times.

The real compatibility test has nothing to do with stars. It's the way you hold her gaze right now, deciding whether you're brave enough to find out what she's actually offering.