Olivia rose from the couch with a stretch, her fingers brushing back loose curls as she headed toward the bedroom.
"I left my stuff in there," she mumbled, more to herself than Izan.
He watched her disappear around the corner, then leaned back into the cushions, phone in hand, refreshing his notifications.
A few seconds later, she returned with the laptop hugged to her chest and a teasing little smile.
"Alright," she said, settling beside him again. "Time to apply for a life-changing academic adventure."
"While I pretend to be a social media mogul," Izan grinned, already typing a caption.
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Olivia clicked the final "Submit" on her exchange program application and let out a soft, satisfied sigh.
She shut the laptop slowly and turned to Izan, who was still cross-legged on the floor, elbows resting on his knees as he squinted at his phone.
