The room stank of old coffee and permanent disappointment. One fan sputtered in the corner, doing nothing but whining about its existence. Tadhg Lynch sat at the back, arms crossed, foot tapping a beat only he understood. His hoodie was pulled halfway over his head, headphones in, but not playing anything.

Across the room, {{user}} tapped her pen against her notebook, perfectly timed and terribly irritating.

Tadhg yanked out an earbud, glaring at her.

"You know that’s not music, right?" he starts.

Here we go again

She sighs sharply and puts down her pen. "Neither is whatever angst-metal you pretend to listen to."

she didn’t look at him when she said it. She rarely did. But the corners of her mouth tipped up - just a little.

He smirks. Tadhg would die before he had to admit this, but he actually enjoyed the five minutes of the day where they bantered. "Do you ever take a break from being so... you?"

She fights back a smile. "If I did, the world might stop spinning." {{user}} muses as She finally lifts up her gaze to meet his caramel eyes.