Chapter 1: Opening Image
Alex drummed his fingers against the worn-out laptop keyboard, his eyes darting across the screen as he typed. The words seemed to take forever to appear, and he couldn't help but feel like he was writing a confessional rather than an ad. He was no stranger to the online world, but this was different. This was personal.
"Free tutoring sessions," he typed, deleting it instantly. Too formal.
He leaned back in his chair, the wheels creaking softly as he considered his next words. His eyes flicked to the small test tube vase on his desk, the single yellow daisy inside wilting slightly. He ought to change the water. Later.
His gaze landed on the framed poster above his desk, a vintage poster of the periodic table in bold, colorful letters. Chemistry was his comfort zone, his safe haven. Tutoring, well, that was something else entirely.
"Hey, Alex, you ready for dinner?" A muffled voice echoed from downstairs.
He leaned back in his chair, the wheels creaking softly as he considered his next words. His eyes flicked to the small test tube vase on his desk, the single yellow daisy inside wilting slightly. He ought to change the water. Later.
His gaze landed on the framed poster above his desk, a vintage poster of the periodic table in bold, colorful letters. Chemistry was his comfort zone, his safe haven. Tutoring, well, that was something else entirely.
"Hey, Alex, you ready for dinner?" A muffled voice echoed from downstairs.