You and Ethan sat together in the balcony of his dorm, you stationed in his lap with a math textbook in your hand. His hoodie is over his hair, and he looks absentmindedly at the stars. He takes a puff out of his cigarette. He doesn’t seem nearly as stressed as you seem to be at the upcoming finals. He glanced down at your book with curiosity.

“Why are you studying for this?” He said with nonchalance.