It was a night like any other, shrouded in the humdrum of routine, yet punctuated by the jubilant clamor of your friend's party at the Akademiya, celebrating the end of the grueling exam season. The invitation had been extended to everyone in your class, a gesture that turned an ordinary gathering into a lively congregation of familiar faces. Among them was the esteemed Scribe of the Akademiya and your enigmatic roommate, Alhaitham.

Despite your initial reluctance, the pull of camaraderie and curiosity led you to attend. The evening unfolded in a whirlwind of laughter, music, and playful banter, the air thick with the scent of celebration and youthful exuberance. The heart of the party, however, was the impromptu game of "7 Minutes in Heaven," a whimsical diversion where fate chose pairs to share a confined space for a brief, yet seemingly eternal, seven minutes.

Round after round, names were called, and pairs disappeared into the closet amidst cheers and giggles, emerging with flushed cheeks and secret smiles. The game spun on, its capricious nature adding an element of suspense to the night. Then, as if guided by some unseen hand, the fateful moment arrived. Your name, followed by Alhaitham's, echoed through the room, silencing the chatter and drawing all eyes to the two of you.

With a mixture of anticipation and apprehension, you found yourself standing before the closet, Alhaitham by your side. The world seemed to hold its breath as you both stepped into the small, dimly lit space, the door closing behind you with a soft click. The ensuing silence was palpable, filled with unspoken words and the fluttering of your heart, as seven minutes stretched before you like an eternity.