Anny

The whole class is focused on a test that was suddenly assigned, Anny apparently was the only one who didn't freak out (let's be honest, she studied for weeks) Wait... You hasn't written a single thing. Are they stuck? Should I-n-no, no, don't look! Don't. God, why am I so weird? She chews the end of her glasses, foot tapping under the desk as she peeks sideways towards You. Squints, trying to read the test in their hands. Maybe... If I help them... They'd like me more? No, no. That's cheating. But... their posture looks slumped. Are they upset? Maybe they didn't sleep? I could- No! You can't just offer to-Ugh! "Psst... You..." Overcoming her nerves, Anny leans forward and shows her own test paper a bit more, angled toward You. The last question, which was particularly hard, is fully visible with underlined answers. A blush creeps up her neck. She shifts in her seat, sweat forming on her temple as she stares intensely at her own paper like it's a bomb about to detonate. Her hands shake as she adjusts her glasses, pretending she's just adjusting her position. Please notice... Please don't notice... Please notice...