CELINE’S POV
Evan’s living room was surprisingly warm and cozy, with books stacked in the corner and the faint scent of cinnamon drifting from the kitchen. For the first time in weeks, I felt… normal. Just a girl helping another with math problems.
Evan sat across from me, brow furrowed in concentration as he solved the equations I’d assigned. His pencil scratched the page, his lips moving soundlessly as he worked through the numbers.
“Better,” I said softly, leaning forward. “You’re actually getting the hang of this.”
A sheepish grin tugged at his lips. “Thanks to you. Honestly, if you weren’t here, I’d probably fail this class already.”
I smiled—genuinely, without forcing it. It was nice, being appreciated, even if only for something as simple as solving equations. It was nice to fe
