P.S= #70: Dreaming About The Past Part 1

Naima continued down the hallway, her steps echoing softly against the walls as she clutched her towel and change of clothes tightly. The dim lights cast long shadows, adding an air of mystery to the late hour.

As she turned the corner, she spotted Cory walking, a faint smile gracing his lips. Concern flickered in her eyes as she noticed the weariness etched into his features.

"Why are you up so late? You should be getting some rest," she chided gently, her voice laced with worry.

Cory chuckled, though a hint of pain flashed across his face. " Awoooh It's fine, I'm fine," he insisted, his voice strained.

But Naima wasn't convinced. "Don't push yourself, moron," she scolded, her tone softening slightly as she reached out to support him.

Cory glanced down and noticed the items in her hands. "You're going to bathe this late? It's 10 PM," he remarked, his eyebrows furrowing in confusion.