He doesn't need to get changed.

"Sorry." you say. "I just thought... that rule that we must wear street clothes on the public side of the pool?" you grab his hand to stop him from leaving your side.

Ayaddeen guffaws. "Street clothes..." he mutters and gives you an curious look. Then he nods and gestures to the pool, visible through the internal window of the study room. "... but I think they make exceptions if we don't actually hit the streets. Now if you'll excuse me..."

"Oh, I don't mind." you positively purrrrr and and continue to hold his hand firmly. "Hit me with the material that I missed in the course so far."

And like that, you hit the books. It doesn't take long to get through the notes that Ayaddeen took already, and check the reference material from the course to make sure that he didn't write something down wrong. You both add some corrections to his neat script, and then take pictures. Finished, at 21:15.

However, Ayaddeen has not quite returned your subtle advances. During the almost two hours you sat there, your fingers have brushed against each other's multiple times, but it wasn't ever that electrical forbidden way that you connect with flirting. But now that you finished, he gives you a smile and a firm handshake.

"Hey. I know that this is probably awkward for you. Not studying with your posse."

You noticed that he has a couple of dark birthmarks to the side of his chin. Not for the first time, you notice his dark brown eyes as well. And now it strikes you as strange: You distinctly know that to your wish-infused vision, Casey's irises look purple and Ashley's look orange. Weird... didn't your color-vision always match the eyes, hair and clothes? ... You see his expression waver, he is waiting for you to say something.

"Um." you manage. "It was super efficient."

"Yeah." he beams, "...much more than I thought. You're a great study buddy, and I'm sorry that I underestimated you. You..." he hesitates, then says: "You give off this aura of a total airhead, you know? But when you talk business, you prove that you are not. And I mean, it's totally not my place... but I could help you."

You shake your head incredulously, then ask "How?"

"Coach you." he says, and ticks off his fingers. "On dressing, on body language, on talking to guys... hey on how to look others in the face without giving off that vibe of being entirely clueless. You did it right now."

"Waitaminute, you think I need to learn how to talk to guys?" You have just spent an entire date by giving him all these clues that you want to bang him, asap, and now he's going to lecture you how you did everything wrong?