Drew C:Which what’s-her-face do you speak of?
 
 Daisy:I don’t know, the last person you told me about going out with it was a date dash, right before you hit the gym?
 
 Drew C:Ohhh herrrr. Yeah, it was a no.
 
 Daisy:How was she a no??
 
 Drew C:Turns out,she was a gold-digger.
 
 Daisy:LOL
 
 Drew C:What’s so damn funny?
 
 Daisy:Do you HAVE gold for her to dig?
 
 I glance over at Daisy again.
 
 We make eye contact despite the distance between our seats.
 
 I stick my tongue out and pull a face.
 
 My phone vibrates.
 
 Daisy:Did you just stick your tongue out at me?
 
 Drew C:Oh, you caught that?
 
 Daisy:Um, yeah—you stuck your tongue all the way out.
 
 Drew C:LOL I was flirting.
 
 Daisy:No, you literally were not.
 
 Drew C:How would you know?
 
 Daisy:Because only seven-year-old boys stick their tongues out at people.
 
 Drew C:#foreveryoung.
 
 Daisy:Stop messaging me. I’m trying to concentrate.
 
 Drew C:Oh PLEASE this saggy sac of nuts hasn’t said anything remotely relevant to this class. All he does is filibuster about himself.
 
 I pat myself for the use of big words: relevant. Filibuster. Remotely.
 
 Wonder if she’ll be impressed with Drew’s vocab. I’m certainly impressed withmine.
 
 Daisy:You did not just call the professor a saggy nut sack…
 
 Drew C:Yeah, in fact, I did, and also, it’s SAC when you’re talking about balls, which you are.
 
 Daisy:You are making me dumber.
 
 Drew C:I’m not wrong, tho.
 
 Drew C:So how is the online dating going for you? It can’t be easy for someone like you to meet someone.
 
 Daisy:Um. What does THAT mean?