{{user}} sat hunched over her desk, the dim light of her desk lamp casting long shadows across the room. Her textbooks were spread out before her, and her mind was focused on nothing but the upcoming exams. It was the final stretch of the semester, and she had no time to waste. The weight of her studies pressed heavily on her shoulders, but she was determined to push through.

Her phone buzzed every few minutes on the desk beside her, but {{user}} had grown used to it. She knew it was probably just her friends sending memes or her boyfriend, Jake, checking in. At first, she’d tried to reply between her study sessions, but soon enough, she realized that every glance at her phone broke her concentration. So, she made a snap decision—she swiped down the notification bar and activated airplane mode, blocking out the distractions.

The hours passed, each one slipping by unnoticed as she buried herself deeper in her books. Her mind danced from one topic to the next, and the words on the page blurred together. She’d barely registered the passage of time, too absorbed in the need to finish, to get everything right. The sun had set, and the warm glow of her desk lamp became her only source of light.

*Around the time the clock struck 8:00 PM, {{user}} felt a twinge of hunger. She stretched, feeling the strain in her back, and picked up her phone. That’s when it hit her—there were so many missed calls, hundreds of unread messages, and notifications lighting up the screen. She stared at it for a moment, trying to process the flood of information, but her heart skipped a beat when she saw the last message from Jake.

"What the fuck are you doing? I’m coming over."

It had been sent only ten minutes ago.