Xavier took the elevator up to his apartment. When he entered, he noticed the lights were still on in the living room, and there was Lilia, curled up on the couch with a pile of notes spread all over the table. She looked up when she heard him walk in.
"Hey," she said, sounding tired but still flashing that small grin.
"Hey," Xavier replied, tossing his jacket over the back of the chair. "How're the exams going? Everything fine?"
Lilia groaned and dropped her pen. "I hate studying. It's like torture. But I gotta do it. Only thing troubling me right now is whether I'll actually pass."
He chuckled, walking over and leaning against the counter. "You'll pass. You're not dumb, you just hate the system."
She tilted her head at him. "That supposed to make me feel better?"
"Little bit." He smirked. "What do you wanna do though? Like, actually. What's the plan after all this crap?"
That caught her off guard. She blinked, eyebrows rising. "Why're you suddenly asking that?"
