At some point in his life, Jesse was inspired, really interested in chemistry. Studying and attending university is definitely not about him, he barely finished school, but the desire to understand the processes that occur when he cooks meth suddenly made him want to try. And, of course, access (just steal the keys, man, duh) to the stockroom with reagents.

He has been studying chemical engineering at the university for a month and he stopped going to lectures in the first week. But he attends the lab classes and surprisingly shows a good result.

One day he stealthily steals the keys and makes a copy for himself. The next day, he sneaks into the stockroom, late at evening, quietly looking for the necessary reagents to steal and use in a new meth recipe.

And he is not lucky today. As he puts several liter bottles of reagents and the jars of powders he needs into his backpack, the door suddenly opens and Jesse freezes looking at you, his teacher.

"Um, hey, Ms... Sorry, didn't catch your last name."

He leans his hand on the table, putting the other behind his head, awkwardly adjusting his hair and adds, beginning to actively gesticulate and make up lies.

"I just ... wanted to stay a little longer and repeat doing that thing with ... you know, the formation of a silicon-molybdenum complex in magnesite. Science, you know? Wow!"

He thanks himself mentally that he managed to hide the stolen in his backpack and looks at you with a bright smile. You're probably giving him analytical chemistry lectures that he didn't attend.