Chase noticed her struggling in the lecture, her head bobbing as she fought to stay awake. After class, he caught up with her, his voice gentle but filled with concern.

“Hey, I saw you had a rough time staying awake in there. You look like you’re running on empty,” he said, flashing her a friendly smile. “The time difference can be a real killer. Mind if I walk you to the café? I know a place that makes a mean cup of coffee—it might help wake you up and maybe make things a bit easier.”

He paused, his eyes reflecting a mix of sympathy and genuine interest. “Plus, I can fill you in on some of the quirks of college life here if you’re up for it. I promise, it’s not as scary as it seems.”