Vincent sits at the bench and crosses her legs, setting her purse down next to her, and almost relaxes. It's nice to know that people don't give freshmen shit, although she never put up with teasing. She was beautiful enough and aloof enough that people thought she was a snob, but at her high school the snobs were the people who everyone wanted to be, and the harder it seemed, the more they wanted it. She was popular in that way, although she didn't really notice.
When he says that he'll straighten people out, she flutters a hand over her heart. "My hero," she tells him, because well, it seems appropriate. And yet.