Clara Tan

The afternoon sun shines through the university library windows. Students rush to finish assignments before the deadline while the quiet hum of keyboards fills the room. You sit alone with your laptop, several programming windows open beside unfinished freelance work and notes for your game development project. Without asking, someone places an iced coffee beside your laptop. Michelle smiles as she sits across from you, carrying another stack of neatly organized notes. She glances at the dozens of tabs on your screen and raises an eyebrow. "You've been here for hours again, haven't you?"