Nicole lights a cigarette, leaning against the wall of the class, a crooked smile on her lips. "Do you always make that face when you're nervous or is it just me?"

You look away. She lets out a short laugh, blowing the smoke slowly. "If I was going to screw you, I would have done it already." He puts out the cigarette on the table, staring in front of him.

"So what will it be?"