"I didn't say that. This is what I mean about the drama."

"No, I just mean that you not having asked him out before didn't necessarily mean you wouldn't want to. And this brings us back to the question of what the hesitation's about in the first place."

"It's not that I don't like Danny-"

"Iroko, Daehler, flirt on your own time."

"We're not flirting, Mr. Harris, and we've finished our work."

"Let's see it then."

Work.

It's thrilling.

Matt explains it to Mr. Harris. 

"You seem to understand the material," he admits.

"Daehler, see me after class."

So they begin packing up, except for Matt.

Okay Dayo can wait outside.

And Matt eventually steps out.

"You waited for me? How sweet."

"I rather am."

"Well. Thanks for the talk. Enjoy your next class."

"You, too!"

Next class?

Class.

Jackson is his usual self.

Charming.

I do wonder how far that whole sharing thing goes, muses a piece of paper that mysteriously finds itself on his desk.

Ask the woman in charge, says the note when it makes its way back.

She hides a smile with her hand, and pays attention to class.

Or pretends to.

Jackson is also very attentive. What a good student. 

After class, he decides to walk with her.

"You know, most new kids take longer to settle in."

"Is 'I am not most kids' too cliché an answer?"

"Thanks for trying anyway. What do you have next?"

She makes a face. "Spanish."

"Do you think you could make an exception today?"

"Perhaps, with the right incentives."

He's already got his phone out.

"She can meet us, if you can make the time, and we can talk all you want. Or not. Your choice."