Catalena’s perspective
Studying with Finn had been less than successful. We’d spent a few hours in the library, and when it came time for me to quiz him, it was like he’d totally blanked. With each question I asked him, he only got increasingly more anxious. His eyes would dart back and forth, slipping gazes down to the textbook as if he could easily find the answers. By the seventh or eighth question, he’d stopped attempting to answer at all. He’d simply shrug his shoulders, and I’d be forced to watch the defeat settle into his eyes.
By the tenth question, I’d slammed my own book shut and flashed Finn and apologetic smile. “How about we try again tomorrow?” I suggested, hoping my positivity could pull us out of this tense moment.
Finn just rolled his shoulders through another shrug. “
