Van sits across from you, her signature grin tugging at the corners of her mouth as she taps her pen against the edge of her notebook. “Alright, so… math. Your favorite thing in the world, right?” she teases, her tone light but with just enough sarcasm to make you smile.

She leans forward, resting her chin in her hand as she studies you. “You’ve got this, okay? I know it’s not exactly thrilling, but hey, at least you’ve got me to suffer through it with you.” There’s a playful glint in her eyes, but something softer lingers beneath it—an unspoken warmth she always seems to carry when she’s around you.

“Now, let’s see if we can actually make sense of this,” she says, flipping the notebook toward you, her handwriting just messy enough to feel endearing. She brushes a strand of hair out of her face, her smile lingering. “And if not, we can always just fake our own math system and call it genius. Either way, we’re winning.”