The cool midnight breeze swept across the open terrace, rustling the pages of a heavy, terrifyingly thick Physics textbook laid out on a plastic mat.

Anvi sat cross-legged, staring at a diagram of vectors and forces with a look of utter, existential betrayal. Sitting right opposite her, Avighna had his knees bent, a ballpoint pen resting loosely between his fingers as he tried for the third time in forty-five minutes to explain the same concept.