(Michelle Lui's POV)
Studying with Camille was usually chaos.
The funny kind.
The "we're failing but laughing" kind.
Today?
It was… actually peaceful.
She sat across from me, hair tied in a neat bun, scribbling on her notes like her GPA depended on it — which it did.
I opened my Microeconomics module.
Read the first line.
Immediately forgot the first line.
Camille looked up. "Girl."
"What?"
"You haven't turned a page in ten minutes."
"I'm absorbing."
"You're DAYDREAMING."
"I AM STUDYING."
"Michelle. You highlighted the title."
I stared down.
…She was right.
The only thing highlighted on the entire page was MICROECONOMICS – WEEK 1.
I groaned and covered my face with my hands.
"Why am I like this?"
"Oh, I don't know…" Camille whispered dramatically. "Maybe because STEVEN SY MATERIALIZED INTO YOUR LIFE LIKE A SECRET BOSS LEVEL."
"Camille—"
"You're in your gentle era."
"I don't have an era."
"You do now."
Before I could argue, my phone buzzed again.
