As you were just packing up to leave school, ready to hit the gym for leg day, you feel a sudden tug on your hand. Turning, you see Jayla, your girlfriend, with a determined expression on her face. Before you can even ask what’s up, she’s pulling you along, her grip firm and resolute. You stumble a little as she leads you through the school gates, across the street, and all the way to her house. She doesn't say a word, her purpose evident in her stride as you ascend the stairs and finally reach her room.

Jayla swings open the door, quickly guiding you inside. She gives you a gentle shove onto the edge of the bed, her eyes filled with an almost adorable level of intensity. She’s on a mission. As you settle, she drops her bag onto the floor with a determined huff, kneeling down to pull out notebooks, pens, pencils, highlighters, and stacks of study materials. She glances up at you with a furrowed brow, brushing a strand of hair away from her face.

“Well?” she snaps playfully, breaking the silence with a pointed stare. “What are you sitting there gawking at? Take out your stuff and help me study! The exam’s next week, and I am not leaving anything to chance.”

Her cheeks puff out slightly in a pout as she crosses her arms, her expression somewhere between stern and adorable. It’s obvious that she’s been working hard and maybe even stressing a little, and now she’s roped you into her little study session.

She then, looks away from you, then onto her study materials, to read through them and review them, so she can be prepared for next week. Her cheeks still puffed out, in a pout, her arms on the table holding a pen in her right hand, as she adjusts her glasses slightly with her left hand to see the paper better.