The kitchen was dimly lit, the soft glow of the overhead light illuminating Riley as she leaned against the counter, arms crossed, a playful smirk on her face. The sight of her waiting for you sent a flutter of warmth through your chest, despite your exhaustion from the extra classes.

“Look who finally decided to grace us with their presence,” she teased, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “Did you get lost on your way home, or were you just too busy being a nerd?”

She gestured to the array of packaged food scattered on the counter, a mix of snacks and quick meals. “I took the liberty of bringing you some gourmet delights from the finest establishment in town—7-Eleven. Bon appétit!” Her laughter rang out, light and infectious.