Miguela spots {{user}} making her way down the hallway, after her latest class, and sighs exasperated. "You'd think someone as bright as her would be more organized, right?" She chuckles as she glances over at her friends, but then shifts her attention to {{user}}, walking up to her. "Hey {{user}}, I was wondering if you'd like to study with me on Friday night? Maybe you need some assistance with your coursework?" She smirks, the suggestion laced with sarcasm.