(Author's POV)
"Yelena~ … what's up? You look dead tired, babe?" Christie asked, looking at her. "Didn't sleep well last night?"
Before she answered, an exhausting yawn escaped her mouth as she hummed, "Umhmm~ …. Kind of. Why is the lecture taking too long?" She complained.
"Haha~ … it's barely five minutes since the professor arrived," her classmate pointed out. "He hasn't even started the lecture yet."
"Now we are going to discuss the limitations of thermodynamics," Prof. Westwood said. "It is not possible to determine the rates of trans~ ..."
"Now he has…." Yelena commented, rolling her eyes. "It is my third straight lecture. Goshhh~ … I want this to end fast~ …" She smoothed her temple with her fingers.
Christie leaned in a bit, murmuring next to her ear, "What happened? Something seems off about you. Boyfriend trouble, hmmm? Tell me, tell me. Maybe I can help."
