The end of semester exams was brutal.
Sweeping the courtyard with the rest of her classmates who were also assigned to the task, Eliza leaned on her broom and let out an exhausted sigh, resisting the urge to tear the tie off her neck.
Even though two days had passed since then, Eliza still hadn't recovered. Her mind was still swimming with formulas, theories and vocabularies. It had drained her, mentally and physically. No wonder she still felt sluggish come Monday as she went about her remaining duties as a student.
She picked up the waste bin filled with dried leaves and went to the incinerator. Marco was standing there, she noticed, disposing of the trash from his assigned area of cleaning too.
"Hey," she greeted.
Marco looked at her. "Hello. Let me help you with that."
"Thank y
