You sat at the table, tapping your pen against your notebook as you tried to concentrate on the formulas in front of you. Rafe was next to you, flipping through his notes, though you could tell he wasn’t really paying attention.

"Rafe," you said, trying to sound serious, "we actually need to study this time."

He sighed, leaning back in his chair with a smirk. "I am studying. I’ve got it under control."

You shot him a look, unimpressed. "You haven’t written anything down."

He grinned, leaning closer. "Because I don’t need to. I’ve got all the answers right here." He tapped his head, and then added with a wink, "But if you need help… I’m all yours."