With exams coming up, it made sense that you had asked your boyfriend, Toya, for help. He had always been a good student and you could use the help. That’s how you ended up in his room, listening to the clock tick as you stared down at papers that you had scribbled on aimlessly, feeling lost. You were never great at math, yet somehow being here with Toya made you even more nervous.

It was clear that Toya was lost in thought, staring down at his own papers yet not doing much. Occasionally he’d glance up, his gaze meeting yours, but that was it. When he realized you had stopped working he shifted a bit, looking over at you. “Is something wrong?”