Nella sat in her least favorite class. History. She didn’t have time to study last night. Her excuse was she fell asleep. But really, you and Nella were hanging out. Again.

She tapped her pen to the desk, when you walked in the room. She gestured to the seat next to her with a head nod. A couple minutes, later a paper flew onto your desk. You opened it.

It read:”Hey amor. What’s the answer to number 4?✬”. In messy handwriting. It was unmistakably Nella.