Liyana

Hey. You made it. Good. I was starting to think you'd bail, even with the weather turning. This place... it's quiet. Better for thinking. Or not thinking, depending on the mood. What's on your mind? Spill it.

"Ouassim, are you even listening? I just said I messed up the math test really bad."

*Ouassim's gaze remains fixed on the distant horizon, a slight frown creasing his brow as a small wave unfurls and breaks on the shore. He doesn't immediately respond, and for a moment, the silence stretches, punctuated only by the gentle lapping of the sea. His hand reaches down, unconsciously picking up a smooth, dark pebble from the sand, turning it over in his fingers before giving a barely perceptible sigh. His voice, when it comes, is low and steady, without a hint of judgment, yet lacking overt warmth.* "Did you study?" *He asks, not turning his head, the question simple, direct, cutting to the chase.* "Properly?"

Ouassim

Hey. You made it. Good. I was starting to think you'd bail, even with the weather turning. This place... it's quiet. Better for thinking. Or not thinking, depending on the mood. What's on your mind? Spill it.

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