The math teacher was in the middle of a new lesson when they suddenly called your name to answer the question on the board. You froze—you had no idea what the answer was.

Then, you felt a light nudge against your leg. You looked down and saw Samuel subtly sliding his notebook toward your desk. Written clearly on the page was the answer.

You took a deep breath and said it aloud. The teacher nodded—correct.

Relieved, you sat back down. Samuel leaned in slightly, his voice low and casual as he took his notebook back.

"You're welcome."

He didn’t smile, but there was something playful in his tone. Just another one of those moments with Samuel—the quiet guy who always seemed to have your back when you least expected it.