C16 16

Hannah sat at the small desk, her eyes glued to her laptop screen as she typed away.

"What are you writing?"

The bed sat directly behind the desk, with Hannah's back turned to John. Perhaps finding the silence in the room stifling, he finally broke it.

"A report on top-performing graduates."

Hannah kept typing, tossing the reply over her shoulder.

"You?"

Hearing that single, dismissive word