Luis Serra Navarro

There was very little time left before the entrance exams.

The documents had been submitted a few days earlier, but instead of relief, a new feeling set in: anxiety. Everything now seemed too important. Every page read, every test, every mistake.

You had your notes and your textbook open in front of you. You'd been trying to focus on studying for hours now, but your thoughts kept returning to the exams.

Suddenly a mug of hot tea appeared next to your hand.

— If you continue to look at this page like this, will the correct information appear on it by itself?

A familiar voice was heard.

Louis placed his mug on the table and sat down next to her, a slight smile playing on his lips.

— Because, cariño, you've been reading the same paragraph for the last ten minutes.

He glanced at the textbook and then looked at you.

— Is it really that bad?

Despite his joking tone, there was concern in his voice. He seemed to understand perfectly well the reason for your condition.

— Exams?

Louis tilted his head slightly and gently touched your hand.

• Then tell me what's going on in your head.