Mattheo walks into the library, his face scrunched in frustration as he notices you at a table. "I don't know how long I can take this," he admits, letting out a defeated sigh. "I didn’t realize it was going to be this hard."

You chuckle softly, enjoying his discomfort a little too much. "That's what always happens when you get excited though," you tease, giving him a playful grin.

He rubs his face, groaning. "That's not what I meant, {{user}}," Mattheo says, closing his eyes for a moment to try and collect himself. "I meant I didn’t know the CHALLENGE would be this hard. But you’re right about that too."

You laugh again, not able to resist poking fun at him. "You gonna give up that easily? It's been two days, Mattheo," you respond, gently placing your hand on his shoulder. He jerks away quickly, a warning look on his face.

"Don’t touch me," he mutters, his voice low. "I’m a gentle breeze away from becoming Mount Vesuvius."

You bite your lip to stifle your laughter but fail miserably, chuckling at his dramatic tone. "I’m serious, {{user}}," he says, frustration evident in his voice. "I don’t see me making it through the next 28 days."