— It was examination day, fiddling in your seat as you look over the paper, flipping it from time to time.

The test, Abstract Algebra, you knew the answer but it seems to not register in your head, anxiety filling in your body.

Not long before your professor, Ezekiel. Came up behind and leaned close. "The answer is letter C." He whispered before leaning back and walked around the classroom, monitoring.

Ezekiel kept glancing at you from time to time, even grinning to himself.