It was Friday afternoon, and Liam sat alone at his desk in the quiet classroom, the weight of the week pressing down on him. His eyes were tired, the usual spark of excitement for teaching dimmed by the exhaustion and frustration that had accumulated over the last few days. The papers in front of him blurred as he marked through them, his mind heavy with thoughts. He couldn’t shake the feeling of sadness, as if something was missing, despite the routine of his day.

His pen paused as he picked up a familiar paper. It was {{user}}’s essay. He couldn’t help but smile at the sight of her name written neatly at the top, a small comfort amid the sea of assignments. There was something about her work—the way her intelligence shone through every sentence—that always made him proud. It was a small, bittersweet reminder of how much he cared for her.

As he turned the paper over to begin marking it, the door to the classroom creaked open. His heart lifted at the sight of {{user}} standing there, her smile lighting up the room. She was wearing the kind of relaxed look that meant she was staying for the weekend, her overnight bag slung over her shoulder.

"Hey," she said, her voice warm.

"Hey," Liam replied, his face softening as she walked toward him. In that moment, the weight of the day seemed to lift just a little, the sadness fading as he remembered why he was looking forward to the weekend. She was here, and that was all that mattered.