NYU was never one of the universities he'd dreamed about— that's the first thought that comes to mind. Too close to home. When Kaden had been dreaming of college, back in the days when, y'know, he dreamed of college, he wouldn't let himself fantasise about anything closer than Cornell. What was the point getting out if you weren't going to get out? And yet here he is, just under eight miles from the trashheap he grew up in.
His second thought is that he bets half her class wants to bone her.
He keeps both of these thoughts to himself, though his eyes slide down her for a moment before he manages to control them. "Yeah? Whaddya teach? Algebra?"