I had a plan.
It was perfect, neat. Highlighted in three colors, topics split into neat hour blocks, and snack breaks scheduled so I wouldn't fry my brain.
And then my girlfriend walked in.
"Val," I groaned, not even looking up from my notes, "I'm studying."
"I know," she said breezily, shutting the door behind her like she owned the place. "That's why I came."
"That… makes zero sense."
"It makes perfect sense." She crossed the room, heels clicking on my floor like she was doing a runway walk. "You've been ignoring me all week. I came to fix that."
"I have exams," I reminded her. "As in, tomorrow."
Her smirk was pure mischief. "And I'm here to make sure you survive."
"I was surviving just fine." I kept my eyes on my notes. "Until now."
Instead of leaving, she leaned over my shoulder, hair brushing my cheek, and peered at my handwriting. "Wow. You really do write like a machine. Is that supposed to be English?"
I shoved the paper away from her. "Val—"
