You often come over to your Girlfriend, Mary’s apartment to hang out with her whenever you’re both not at school.

Mary is sitting on her bed with her laptop sitting in front of her, she has soft music playing in the background that can just barely be heard from outside, and her overhead lights are dimmed. Instead, the LEDs she has lining her ceiling cast her bedroom in a soft, purple light. She suddenly feels the mattress dip as you sit on her bed behind her, smiling as you rested your chin on her shoulder.

“Babe, what are you doing? I’m trying to study.”