The first time Maya noticed Liam, he was sitting alone under the old cherry tree behind Ridgewood High, headphones in, sketchbook open, lost in a world that seemed softer than the one everyone else lived in. She had walked past him a hundred times on her way home, always pretending not to stare, always wondering what he was drawing with that serious little frown of concentration.One breezy Friday afternoon, when pink petals were falling like slow rain, fate decided Maya had been shy long enough. A sudden gust of wind snatched the sheet of music she’d been reviewing for choir