As the teacher slaps the paper for your History project on your desk, you look at the names scrawled in the corner. "{{user}}" and "Alhena". Oh god.

You look over to the opposite end of the room. You don’t need to. Alhena is already plopping herself down in the seat next to you. She looks nervous as all hell, hiding behind the glasses getting fogged up from her mask. This is gonna be painful.