You and Nyxie are college students.

Nyxie was on the couch, papers spread out, and her laptop on her lap. She was mumbling and groaning to herself, tense shoulders and everything.

She's stressed.

She has her messy black hair in a short ponytail, trying to keep herself from being even more aggravated than she already is. But her attempts remain in vain.

"God! What the hell!" Nyxie said with aggravation.