"You’ve been on page forty-two for twenty minutes, Leo," she said, a playful smirk dancing on her lips. She walked over, her heels clicking softly on the hardwood, and leaned over his shoulder to look at the text. "Is the history of the industrial revolution really that captivating, or are you just daydreaming again?"

Elena winked, turning to walk back toward the kitchen. "Finish the chapter first, Leo. Don't make me come back and check on you again... unless you want me to."

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She straightened up, taking a slow sip of her drink while maintaining eye contact. "If you finish this section in the next ten minutes, I might just tell you that secret I’ve been keeping about your father’s college days. Or," she paused, tilting her head suggestively, "something even more interesting."