殷勤sjk (6-3)

“Yeah, babe?” The man in question stopped driving when he saw that Alana's hands were fidgeting nervously on her lap. “Is something wrong? Is it your professor?” He tried to comfort her by putting an arm over the steering wheel. “I'm sure he'll understand if you told him that you can't finish the assignment because you got too distracted by the new guy and forgot about the project.” Alana sighed and shook her head before continuing speaking. She was glad that he tried to comfort her, but she still knew he didn't understand, nor did he really want to. He had no idea how much of an impact her words had made on her professor’s opinion of him. She knew her professor cared for her well being and he would never force her to write something she wasn't comfortable with, but Alana also understood that the old man liked giving credit where it is due. As long as she could meet his standards, then she was fine. She couldn’t afford to be ungrateful though, so she continued with telling him what was wrong. “It's not a professor though... it's a new guy I met yesterday.” Alana said, glancing away from him and playing with her fingers instead of looking into his eyes like usual when she spoke. It was difficult to explain that he had affected her way more deeply than most people. She knew her professor cared for her well being, but she also felt that he needed to respect other human beings’ boundaries. If he insisted on treating her the way she was treated by most of her colleagues in the university, then he might lose his position. The pressure of working under such high expectations for so many years must have gotten to him sometimes. She was willing to give up any opportunity to live without any restrictions, because the freedom gave her a lot of inspiration. Being surrounded by books, and having a goal in mind, was the only thing that kept her sane and motivated. But at least her professor had respect for people's needs and opinions and was kind enough to show her compassion when she needed it. “I don't know how much more I can go to school like this, Ryan,” she finally confessed. “The last thing I want to do is disappoint my professors and classmates and disappoint myself. This is all too complicated. I just wish I was better at expressing myself and understanding emotions. You know how hard it is to find something I can express myself in that's even close to being good enough!” She sighed again and crossed her arms over her chest. Ryan looked at his girlfriend sadly before nodding in agreement. They both knew that Alana had a lot to deal with after leaving college and taking on this job to help support herself. They both understood what it was like to be unable to do anything in your free time and being constantly pushed to work harder and faster when you weren't ready. But the problem was that Alana was getting too far ahead of herself in these efforts. They still had no idea how the deadline would be, and they had plenty of time to prepare. Still, he knew that she was working herself too hard. Maybe if they didn’t work so much, she’d feel less pressured, he thought to himself. However, he knew that she was afraid, and that was why he wanted to help her out. He was worried that she would get overwhelmed and fail the whole project, and that she would blame herself afterwards. It was hard to see her like that, he thought. “We'll be fine, babe. We'll figure something out.” Alana nodded gratefully, grateful that she had a boyfriend like him and he always stuck up for her when she was being unreasonable. He was the person who supported her most when she was struggling with anxiety attacks, depression, anger issues, or any other issues that came up during her studies. She was lucky to have him for a boyfriend. He made her laugh and reminded her that it was normal to get nervous, but she didn’t have to act like an idiot about it either. He would always be there for her no matter what. With his encouragement, her confidence rose up a little bit more and she took another sip of her hot chocolate before speaking again. “Speaking of studying… I actually need your help with this.” She reached for his backpack sitting in the front seat and pulled out a stack of papers that were almost completely filled by now. “I don't

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