Lysa's POV
The physics competition was brutal.
Three hours of problems that ranged from challenging to nearly impossible, in a lecture hall with two hundred other students, all competing for the top spots. By the time the proctor called time, my hand was cramping from writing, and my brain felt like it had been put through a blender.
But I'd finished. And based on the frustrated muttering around me as people filed out, I'd probably done better than average.
Justin found me in the hallway outside the exam room, his expression somewhere between exhausted and relieved.
"That was insane," he said, falling into step beside me. "Please tell me you found the thermodynamics section as impossible as I did."
"It was rough," I admitted. "But I think I got most of it."
"Wow, tha
