[Quinn happily handed over her books, a content smirk spreading across her face. Whether it was the result of not having to carry her heaviest textbook or the fact that he’d been so eager to do so, she wasn’t sure. Still, it didn’t falter like it normally did, and she it almost felt like it had become her resting face with Devon.] Then I guess it’s a win for us both, right? [She shrugged as she began to walk, her eyes facing forward.] It’s not that hard, you just need to put the work in, like with all things. [Unluckily enough, Quinn recalled that her calculus classroom was on the other side of the building. She was quietly hoping to make their walks that she’d reluctantly agreed on short and sweet, but it seemed it was going to be harder than she thought.] You need big arms to wear tank tops during summer? What kind of logic is that?
[Devon felt his heart beat a little faster at her smile and he had to focus on the floor tiles to keep from blushing too heavily. He raised his eyebrows and looked at the front of her book and then looked up at her.] This looks like a lot of gibberish to me. [Math was his worst subject, but maybe, if he was really lucky, they would be friends long enough for her to help him with this when he got there. He shrugged his shoulders at her question, looking away again.] I don't know. I just think tank tops look stupid on me 'cause I'm really small. I'm working on it, though. I'm spending more time working out. It's nice. If I don't feel well mentally, I just go on runs. It makes me feel better. There's something nice about just running. [He sighed and looked down, shrugging his shoulders again.] That probably sounded really stupid.
