2:39 p.m.
The bench outside Block C wasn't built for four, but they made it work—barely.
George sprawled at one end, legs stretched and tapping lazily against the tiles.
Emily sat next to him, hugging her bag, head tilted against the wall with eyes half-closed.
Luca slouched beside her, hair a mess, sleeves pushed up, still clutching his water bottle like it held answers.
Noel sat on the edge, arms crossed, gaze fixed on some far-off spot down the hallway.
No one spoke for a moment. Just the sound of students passing, murmurs of "What did you write for number four?" and footsteps echoing toward the exit.
George broke the silence. "I feel like my brain walked out of that hall without me."
Emily didn't open her eyes. "It left when you started snoring over the last question."
Luca chuckled, leaning forward. "He wasn't snoring… but that dramatic sigh you let out after the essay question—everyone turned."
