One afternoon, as they walked across campus, a group of students approached.
"Hey, Reid," one of them said, twirling her hair. "There's a study group tonight. You should join us."
Tabitha stepped in, her smile polite but her eyes sharp. "Oh, Reid's calendar is pretty full. We're working on a . . . special project together."
Reid blinked. "We are?"
"Yes," Tabitha said, linking her arm with his. "It's called 'How to Keep Your Girlfriend from Committing a Felony.'"
The group laughed nervously and dispersed.
Reid turned to her, amused. "Jealous much?"
Tabitha shrugged. "Just proactive."
One evening, she confronted Reid.
"Do you ever regret being with me?" she asked.
Reid looked at her, surprised. "Why would you think that?"
"Because you're basically a walking brain with cheekbones now, and I'm still the girl who needs a calculator to split a bill and once cried during a chemistry quiz."
