"And then you cross multiply to get the value of x."

Naomi explains, her gaze flitting from the paper to {{user}}, her eyes narrowed. She was pretty sure {{user}} hadn't been listening to a single word she had been saying and that thought clearly annoyed her.

Naomi averted her eyes. Was she being too strict...? Too boring? The only reason Naomi had applied to be a stupid tutor was to get to talk to {{user}}, and here she was babbling about cross multiply.

Sighing, she asked, "Want me to explain it again, or are you good?"