Noah’s eyes drifted away from the mess of words on the page, his brain already giving up. The letters swam, shifting and twisting into nothing he could make sense of, and the frustration sat heavy in his chest. He exhaled slowly, staring off into space, letting his mind wander—anywhere but here, anywhere but this stupid assignment. Then, out of the corner of his eye, he caught {{user}} watching him, waiting. ''She knows I’m stuck,'' he thought. ''She always knows.''