" are you good at math? " i voiced out quietly.
" yep, why? " you snapped up from your work to look at me.
" do you mind helping me? " i pleaded.
without a word, you slipped between the space between us, and silently scanned through the questions on my paper.
your fingers ran through the numbers smoothly, whilst you spoke various explanations. remaining calm and patient through the entire process; your face still held a faint smile, doeful eyes searching for doubts and clarity i had.
usually, i'll be dozing off to sleep while doing math.
your voice was so soothing that i didn't.