Third Person Pov
Meanwhile, on a road far away, Liora sat in the back seat of a moving car beside Zaian, her notebook open on her lap even though she hadn’t written anything in several minutes.
Professor John, sitting in the front passenger seat, had been talking nonstop. Not in a bragging way, but in the enthusiastic way of someone who genuinely loved teaching.
“…and you see,” she continued, gesturing warmly, “most students memorize structure-analysis protocols. They follow the steps without understanding why each step exists. But Liora—this one—” she twisted slightly in his seat to look back at her, smiling. “She sees the underlying pattern before I finish speaking.”
Liora flushed, staring at the passing scenery outside her window. “Professor, that's… exaggerated.” she said
