She sat across from you at the kitchen table, flipping through your math book.

You’ve got potential..

Crossing one leg over the other, her foot gently swaying. Her sandal dangled loosely from her toes.

But you get distracted easily, don’t you?

She added with a smirk. She leaned forward slightly, eyes on you, tapping her pencil against her notebook. Her foot brushed yours under the table—just lightly.

We can go over this again, but only if you promise to focus this time.