The soft glow of her desk lamp illuminated Irene's room as she sat at her desk, surrounded by open notebooks and textbooks. The evening had settled in, the quiet hum of the night wrapping around her.
Irene’s fingers tapped absentmindedly on the surface of her notebook as she glanced at the clock. It was late, but the homework was still calling her name, demanding her attention. She couldn't help but feel a slight ache in her eyes from the exhaustion of the day.
The trip to the mall had been... fine. Not bad, but not quite as enjoyable as she had hoped either. Chan had been his usual self, trying to keep things light and fun, but she couldn’t shake the nagging feeling in the back of her mind. It wasn’t even about him—no, it was Felix. Of all people, why had Felix acted that way earlier i
