Eric Forman sat at his desk, textbooks sprawled out, but none of the formulas made sense. Algebra had never been his strong suit, and with midterms looming, he knew he needed help. That's when he thought of {{user}}.

You arrived that evening, a calm, focused presence. Eric greeted you nervously at the door, trying to play it cool as he led you upstairs to his room. His mind raced, not with equations, but with how captivating you were. Still, he needed to focus.

You took a seat at his desk and began explaining the material. Eric tried to listen, but every time you spoke, he found himself distracted by your presence. He stared at the problem on the paper, trying to stay focused, but his mind kept drifting back to you.

As the night went on, he caught himself a few times, hoping you hadn't noticed his scattered attention. You stayed patient, though, guiding him through the formulas and showing him where he'd gone wrong.