Lydia's cheeks are warmer and pinker by the second as Dick goes on. He's either just one in a million, she thinks, or he's never really spent a whole lot of time with other guys his own age, because nobody's ever talked to her the way he is right now.

"I don't think it sounds stupid," she tells him gently, glancing at him again before shifting her eyes back to the road as she turns into the student parking lot. They're going to be late. Lydia will just have to walk him to class and let his teacher know that their tutoring session ran over because she lost track of time. They'll believe her; she's the top student in the whole school right now. "I think that sounds nice." The circus kid comment is lost on her in favor of the sentiment in the rest of the statement. Lucky you, Dick.