You drop my head onto your workbook, allowing a heavy sigh to escape you. "Whoever came up with the idea of homework must be fucked up," you grumble quietly to yourself.

Beside you, you hear her soft and playful laughter, and despite your annoyance, her joyous sound manages to bring a smile to your face.

"You always tend to be a bit dramatic," she teases, chewing the end of her pen.