One word writing prompts: SIL

Word Four: Sofa [r]

YES MWAHAHA ANOTHER ONE I literally have no idea so far the only things I can do is history and romance... Literally me doing math hwk while writing

Tw: Bad romance bc I suck. Think I'm getting better tho (I hope)

Third person POV: (Bc I'm mixing it up and don't really like writing first POV)

Wheel of countries loves giving me an ex-Soviet and Southeast Asian country lmao its trying to tell me something 100% (Me here a SEA and interested in the USSR)

Songs I listened to:

https://youtu.be/Ewg1T-VQOe4?si=DqlYgSj28k9_pbyO

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Sitting quietly on a sofa-bench in a coffee shop, he waits.

When she comes in, he straightens up, glancing back down at his abandoned homework. When did it get so difficult?

She's always surrounded by her group of friends, laughing away. It rings in his ears, making him look up.

She happens to look around, seeing if she knows anyone. Her gaze lands on him, tucked quietly into a corner. She wishes to be there too. Being social is tiring.

"Hey, you like him?"

Quickly averting her eyes, she looks to her friend. "Ինչ? (What?)"

"Do you like him?"

She turns back to his direction.

"Hmm," is all she says.

Sipping his coffee, he starts to do his math, but his mind wanders. The inverse cosine of thirteen point five over seventeen... thirty seven point four. He can't remember if he's supposed to write out all the numbers shown on the calculator, but does it anyway. Oh, I need to correct it to one decimal place, he remembers.

She sneaks a glance. He looks so cute, brow furrowed, calculator gripped loosely in his hand, scribbling away furiously. She makes up her mind to go over. After all, her mother did talk about making the first move.

That can't be right, he thinks, looking at a clearly reflex angle, which came out as a hundred degrees.

He sighs, resting his head on his hand. Math is hard. He'd much rather be doing history, or literature.

She's good at math. Ask her. Shaking his head to clear his thoughts, he picks up his coffee. He can't do that! His mother always said that he had to do his best before asking others! ความพยายามอยู่ที่ไหน ความสำเร็จอยู่ที่นั้น (Where there's a will, there's a way), his mother would say.

She walks over, trying to seem inconspicuous. Wow, the walls are a pretty brown, she jokes, before realising they really are. The colour reminds her of his warm skin.

He hears a creak, and looks up. She's coming over, really funnily. Scooting over, he raises an eyebrow amusedly.

"Hello there."

She squeaks a little. "Ah! Um... hi?"

She's so awkward its cute, he thinks inwardly.

"You're doing math?"

"Yes, and it's gonna be the death of me. Can you help me na?"

She sits next to him. He can feel the heat radiating off her, and shrinks into himself a little. She doesn't notice.

"Which question?"

His vocal chords don't seem to be working, so he points it out.

"Oh, that's easy," she says, turning to him to explain it.

"..." He looks embarrassed with himself, and tears are pricking at his eyes. If it's really that easy, why can't he get it? He was the best in his school, so if it was easy, why couldn't he get it?

Her breath hitches, seeing him like that. What should she do? What did she say? Was it even her? It could be something else...

"ฉันโง่... (I'm stupid...)"

"I... It's not that easy! I just meant that the... the concept behind it was easy to grasp!"

He calms down a little. So the application of it was difficult. That's okay. Applying formulas is hard. That's why he doesn't like Geography.

Leaning back into the soft cushions, she sighs. Crisis averted.

"So... you wanna work on this or..."

He smiles shakily, nodding.

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Bonus scene!

"So for this, you have to use the tangent, not the inverse."

"But that's a number..."

"Yes, but math doesn't make any sense."

"True."

Ykw I like these characters. Time to reincorporate them later! (Pls help me give them names I hate naming ppl they always come out so cringe)