Backfire. That was intensely rude, but the kid couldn't have known they were in the middle of a conversation-- Bobbi was just shrugging and shaking her head at her incredibly riveting coffee. The Boyfriend, it had to be. Foolish enough to give Bobbi a casual out from socializing, but he couldn't have known that, either. "Fantastic, thanks for asking!" Bobbi winked, sparkling eyes lingering on him while she turned back to the girl with an easy smile. "I'll see you next time," she said, gathering her overflowing bag of assignments, "and I'll try to make it all a little more your thing." That was her new job, anyway. None of those kids really wanted to be in Introduction to Anything, and she was there to make sure they were engaged, whatever it took to hold their attention. If this girl's Thing was her boyfriend, though, they might both be in trouble. On her feet, Bobbi said, "Pleasure. Sir," and gave a salute before taking her coffee and workload back inside. Maybe, if she was careful, she could hide herself in a carrel and no one would have to know she brought in contraband.