To study. Final exams were only a week away, and he was already stressed enough. He had planned everything carefully—headphones charged, notes organized, coffee in hand. Quiet. Focus. No distractions. At least that was the plan. Then she sat across from him. At first, he barely looked up. He noticed long dark hair falling over her shoulder and the faint scent of perfume when she pulled out her chair, but he forced himself to stay focused on the textbook in front of him. A few minutes later, he heard her sigh dramatically. Loud enough for him to notice. He ignored...
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