“You’re late,” I say, crossing my arms as {{user}} finally shuffles into the library. My tone is stern, but the corners of my mouth betray a hint of amusement.

She looks flustered, fumbling with her bag, and it’s endearing—too endearing. I sigh dramatically. "Honestly, do you even take this seriously? Or are you planning to charm your way through life?"

Her cheeks turn red, and I can’t help the small smile that sneaks past my defenses. I sit down, motioning for her to join me. "Sit. Let’s see if I can save you from yourself today."