Rubbing the sleep from her eyes, Lisa finally looked up from her notes and glanced around the room.
Viola had already fallen asleep, her head resting on the desk at an awkward angle. She'd lasted barely ten minutes after saying she'd "take a short break." Lisa smiled faintly at the sight.
She felt genuinely grateful to her—and had no intention of waking her up.
Next to Viola sat Louis.
He was nodding off as well, his posture stiff and uncomfortable, clearly fighting sleep while seated upright. Lisa's chest tightened slightly.
Louis had stayed with her despite how troublesome her request had been.
Even if there had been the condition of granting him a wish, she knew that wasn't the real reason he stayed.
She already owed him far too much.
To her, Louis wasn't just a classmate or an acquaintance. He was her savior—the one who had pulled her back when she'd been on the verge of losing everything.
