ZAIJIAN HEWSON
I glanced at my watch. 5:34 PM.
Acir was still staring intently at the laptop screen, eyebrows knitted together as if glaring hard enough would magically fix her code.
“It shouldn’t be timing out.” She sighed dramatically. “I optimized it.”
“You optimized the wrong part.”
“I hate Codeforces. I genuinely hate it. I don’t understand why people enjoy this.”
“They enjoy solving problems.”
“I enjoy sleeping.”
A smile threatened to appear. “I’ve noticed.”
She looked up at me, narrowing her eyes. “Was that a joke?”
“I don’t joke, that’s an observation.”
“They’re the same thing.” She huffed before returning to her laptop. “You’re impossible.”
“So I’ve been told.”
The room fell quiet again. A Slack notification appeared. Urgent bug reported. Of course. I opened the compa
