Monday morning arrived far too quickly.
Lukas sat at his desk in the second row, the fluorescent lights humming faintly as half the class still fought off the remnants of sleep. It was break time, technically, but most students hadn't even bothered to stand up. They just turned in their seats, whispering, throwing glances — not at each other, but at him.
He kept his head low, elbows on the desk, thumbs tapping on his phone in quick succession as he messaged Joanna.
Lukas: How'd you sleep? Still tired?
She had to wake up early that morning to head back to Darmstadt in time to not be late for class as he exam date was fast-approaching.
Joanna: Slightly. But I woke up smiling, so I blame you.
Lukas: Good. You should always wake up smiling.
Joanna: Careful, someone might think you're flirting with me.
Lukas: I'm literally dating you.
Joanna: Even worse.
He couldn't help the small smirk tugging one corner of his mouth.
A wave of whispers rose from behind him.
