She knew that tone and it was nice to hear. A lot of the other students just saw her as a never ending source of homework and dorkyness. It was nice to know that she had an actual friend out there who appreciated her work and her dorkyness. That's why Stasi's homework came pre-charmed to look like it was his own handwriting and everyone else had to do it on their own.

"You really think so?" she asked after taking a drag on her cigarette. "Thanks," she smiled. She knew she was smart but she didn't think she could teach herself but she thought to give it a shot. "I would love to learn sometime."