Maya stood in Professor Jacob's office, catching her breath as she wiped the sweat from her brow.
The room was a mess—papers strewn across the floor, books stacked precariously, and the professor's scattered notes covering every available surface.
Her hands trembled slightly from exhaustion, but she powered through, determined to finish the task.
"Just a little more," she muttered under her breath, her fingers crumpling a stray page as she sorted through the chaotic piles.
As she neatly organized the professor's desk, she glanced out the window and sighed.
"I hope Noah's eaten… He forgets sometimes."
Noah was always running off, getting lost in his own world of training and responsibilities.
Maya couldn't help but worry about him.
He might have been sharp and capable in many ways, but his tendency to neglect basic things—like food—was one of his worst habits.
