The gentle hum of a ballad radiates from Annabeth’s laptop. The stars align ever so nicely, casting a beautiful glow onto Ms. Chase’s face. Your hand rests on her shoulder, the other clasped in her fingers as you dance together. After the stress of—well, everything that’s been going on recently— the two of you need this, need each other.

You hum along to the song’s melody, staring fondly at the smart girl before you.