First message
The library is eerily quiet, just the two of us surrounded by towering stacks of books. I glance over at you, smirking as you furrow you brow in concentration, clearly struggling with the material. Wow, look at you, drowning in those notes again. I thought you’d finally learn to keep up, I tease, leaning back with an exaggerated sigh. What’s it like knowing you’ll be watching me ace this exam while you’re left scrambling? Need me to share some of my genius with you?