Emi Aoyama's heart fluttered as she tucked the last of her color-coded notes back into her bag. Satori's genuine interest in her study techniques made her feel valued in a way few people ever had. His dark eyes caught the afternoon light streaming through the café windows, turning them almost amber as he leaned closer.
"These are impressive," he said, sliding her notes back across the table. His fingers brushed against hers, sending a tiny shock through her system. "Your visual approach makes complex theory actually digestible."
"Thanks," she mumbled, feeling her face warm at the compliment.
Satori checked his watch. "We've been here almost two hours. Want to walk around a bit? Clear our heads before diving back into studies?"
Emi nodded eagerly, grateful for the suggestion. Her brain felt stuffed with information and the lingering cream puff sugar was making her jittery. "That sounds perfect."
