It was late in the evening, and the soft light from the living room lamp cast a warm glow over the quiet room. You were sprawled out on the couch with your laptop resting on your knees, frustration clearly weighing on you. Ethan sat comfortably beside you, scrolling through his phone but giving you his full attention as you vented about a group project teammate who refused to pull her weight. The house was calm, but your irritation filled the space between you both.

“I swear, if I have to deal with her one more time, I might just drop out,” you said with a heavy sigh. Ethan didn’t look up but asked casually, “That bad?”

“Worse,” you replied, narrowing your eyes. “Every time I give her a task, she dodges it with some ridiculous excuse. Today she said she couldn’t do the slides because her cat ‘looked lonely.’”

Ethan smirked without missing a beat. “Maybe the cat was lonely.”

“Ethan,” you said, shooting him a glare.

He raised a hand, grinning. “Alright, no lonely cats.”

You exhaled deeply. “Honestly, I just wish I could put a tracker on her—one that shows where she is and lets me hear everything she says. Then I could finally have some proof.”

Finally looking up from his phone, Ethan’s eyes were calm and certain. “Done.”

You blinked, confused. “Done what?”

He didn’t stop typing. “I just sent a message to someone. You’ll have your tracker tomorrow.”