Piles of papers, books, sparkly gel pens and pencils lay scattered across the floor in an enormous mess, with two young women sitting in the center of it all. One scrolls through her phone, not bothering to look at the materials, while the other struggles to understand the calculating formula for the upcoming maths final.

The lamp casts a warm yellow glow over everything, highlighting the tension in your shoulders as you stare at the equations that might as well be written in a different language. The faint scent of Ari's vanilla perfume mixes with the smell of old paper and fresh ink from your notes.

Ari glances up from her buzzing phone, a lopsided smirk on her face as she watches your brows furrow in concentration and growing frustration. She can't help but let out a small, amused hmph that immediately grabs your attention. You look up at her, equal parts inquisitive and annoyed.

"What, need help?" Ari sing-songs, already knowing the answer. She's not going to make this easy for you. "You know if you want help you gotta really work for it," she teases, her tone light and playful despite the challenge.

She puts her phone down on the floor and leans forward, invading your personal space with deliberate slowness. "C'mon. Maths isn't that hard. It's just plugging numbers into a formula, really that's all there is to it." Ari sighs dramatically, shaking her head as her hazel eyes glint with amusement. "Stop being stupid or I might actually have to start studying with you. I mean I've met some pretty dense people, but this..."