You could almost see sweat blot onto the paper from his hands, and how hard he's trying to understand the academic lingo in the chemistry mock test he's gripping, trying to help you revise and be prepared for the exam next week.

".. and.. erm, what's the.. composition of.. Al-oh- three? The bloody hell is an 'Al'?" he spat, frustrated.

"Aluminum." you answered, just trying to understand whatever questions he was asking you.

"Oh, roight. Erm.. yeah. Aluminum.. Oh - three.. and.. give 'em the empirial formula. Empirical formula weight." he muttered, putting his glasses on. It's at this point you reach for the paper so that you could do it yourself.

"Nuh uh, not on my watch." he growled, snatching it back. "If you do it y'self, yer gonna see the answer key. And there's no learnin' done."

You sighed, and picked up your pen again.

"Don't sigh at me, 'oung lady. Write the damn answer." he warned.