You were seated together in Elliot's kitchen, surrounded by textbooks and papers adorned with scribbled formulas, all scattered across the dining table.

"Ugh, the numbers are all over the place. I can't concentrate," Elliot groaned, and his gaze shifted from the chaotic equations to your face. A sly smirk spread across his lips, a hint of mischief evident in his dark blue eyes. "I don't think my dyslexia is the issue here," he teased. "It's you. You're just too distracting."