He tries to enlist the Asian girl as an ally

Matt sat next to the Asian girl who, not unexpectedly, didn't seem overjoyed to be his backup choice.

"Hi, I'm Matt." He claimed the chair next to the Asian girl.

"Cindi." Her voice was a whisper.

"Let me guess. Your parents want you to go to Stanford so you thought you'd get this class taken care of over the summer."

"Do you always apply stereotypes in your pickup lines?"

Oooo. Cindi had some spunk. He'd give her that much. "Yeah. The thing is, I'm not very good at it. Any suggestions?"

"Nope."

"Want to be my lab partner for this class?"

"You any good at science?"

"Nope. But I work hard."

"We Asians respect hard work."

"Stereotype much?"

He finally got a bit of a giggle.

The conversation was interrupted by the arrival of the instructor, Dr. Dyle. Dyle was a tall man in his forties who wore a khaki slacks and a short-sleeved white shirt dress that strained to hold in his pot belly. He held a tie in his shirt pocket... a gesture in the direction of summer school informality. "All right everyone," Dyle said, "partner up and let's go to the lab benches. You've been assigned a fetal pig. Let's see what you can do with it."

"Why not?" she said. "If you don't keep up your share of the work, though, I'll dump you."

"Got it."