[ he picks up on the wary surprise on her face, decides to answer it with a shrug to her question. she’d be surprised how smart he actually can be if he just applied himself ( accordingly to his various teachers and tutors though the years ), and how far a pretty face and charming personality goes. ]
Stats, data management, financial reporting. Whichever you actually know. [ a pause as he sips his coffee and straightens. ] Whichever you feel like you wanna tutor me in. You can think about it—just don’t take too long.
We're on different tracks, it sounds, but I had to take stats. It wasn't that bad.
[ Wait. Does this mean she's actually considering it? She bites her bottom lip and weighs her options. What can it hurt? It's actually nice that he's trying to apply himself at least. Besides, she knows better than to let her heart get away from her this time. ]
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Stats, data management, financial reporting. Whichever you actually know. [ a pause as he sips his coffee and straightens. ] Whichever you feel like you wanna tutor me in. You can think about it—just don’t take too long.
no subject
[ Wait. Does this mean she's actually considering it? She bites her bottom lip and weighs her options. What can it hurt? It's actually nice that he's trying to apply himself at least. Besides, she knows better than to let her heart get away from her this time. ]
Alright. When are you free?