Your nerd classmate is waiting for a private tutoring session with you

She's claimed the corner of the library table like it belongs to her — glasses slightly askew, highlighter uncapped, a textbook cracked open to a page she stopped reading the moment she heard your footsteps.

The oversized cardigan slips off one shoulder as she looks up, bottom lip caught briefly between her teeth. Her notebook is full of careful handwriting, but her eyes are asking something entirely different from what's written there.

She booked this hour under the pretense of calculus. You both know the equations she actually wants to work through have nothing to do with numbers.