meeting. The spare key clinked onto the wooden table, a familiar sound that signaled my return to rea
ct? Did she see something in me that I didn't? I'd always known I was intelligent, one of the best in my
effortless charm had captivated me. I'd willingly taken on the role of dependable Nate, the go-to guy for academic rescue. They'd taken advantage of my eagerness, but I hadn'
or a chance to break free from the friend zone. But those aspirations h
mpty coffee cups, discarded pizza boxes, and my laptop's glowing screen, a beacon of productivity amidst the disarr
with the scent of stale coffee and worn paper. Outside, the night sky was a deep shade o
reminder that time waited for no one. I had to conjure s
d notebook, filled with scribbled notes and half-baked ideas. A c
down keywords and concepts. The room grew quiet, except for th
nd. "Nate, think," I urged myself, my eyes scanning the cluttered room. How c
studying and research ahead, but I was no stranger to hotel projects. Memories of past school ass
like leaves on an autumn breeze. 7:20 pm became 3 am, the sil
alongside the thrill, anxiety crept in. Despite my research, the blank paper s
on. "Just one episode," I promised myself, succumbing to the temptation. N
p lid. A change of scenery might help. I made my wa
ld be up at this hour? My heart skipped a beat. A burglar? My mind rof the light, ready to defend myself. The kit
to my arm. My heart skipped a beat. I felt my spirit hovering, ready to abandon s
uded my mind. Was I in heaven? Was God summoning me? "Not yet, p
eyes to find my mischievous little sister, Rachel, grinning fr
aughter echoing through the room. Rachel's bright eyes sparkled with concern. "What's troubling yo
, you're the smartest person I know,
biggest supporter, even if you're only ten." Her unw
g a kiss on Rachel's forehead. "Thanks, sis!" I sprinted
gh my window, illuminating my completed project.
in. Seated in her elegant office, I watched as she scrutinized my file
her fingers summoned an assistant. Her gaze locked onto mine,