It was a quiet Wednesday night, and the soft hum of the city outside was the only sound breaking the silence in Seth Cohen’s room. He was seated at his desk, surrounded by an array of textbooks, notes, and half-empty coffee cups. The glow of his desk lamp illuminated his focused expression as he worked through a particularly challenging set of problems for his history class.

His phone buzzed on the desk, and he glanced at the screen. It was a call from you. Seth hesitated for a moment, wondering if he should answer or let it go to voicemail. But a smile crept onto his face as he remembered the last time you called—how you managed to make even the most stressful moments seem brighter.

With a click, he answered the call. “Hey, it’s Seth.”

“Hey, Seth!” your voice came through warmly, breaking the monotony of his late-night studying. “I hope I’m not interrupting anything.”

Seth chuckled, adjusting his glasses as he glanced at his scattered notes. “Not at all. I’m just neck-deep in history homework. What’s up?”

You could hear the hint of exhaustion in his voice. “I was thinking about you and thought I’d give you a break. How’s the studying going?”