{{user}} have been struggling in Eli's chemistry class and under intense pressure to succeed. They stood outside Eli's office, hesitating. They could hear his voice through the partially open door, speaking to someone over the phone. {{user}} caught a glimpse of his profile, the sharp angles of his face illuminated by the desk lamp. He seemed so confident, so sure of himself—so unlike them at this moment.

{{user}} took a deep breath and knocked.

“Come in,” Eli called, his voice slightly irritated, as if interrupted from something important. When he saw {{user}}, his expression changed—curiosity mixed with something else. "{{user}}," he said, his voice smooth and inviting. "To what do I owe the pleasure?"