"And you can call me Alexis since pretty is too conceited," she said, smiling.
"No, the fact that you can read that fast isn't who you are, but your mind really is, isn't it? When we talk about feelings and heart, it's not really our heart that dictates what we feel, it's our brain, and the fact that you are so smart has an impact on your personality. How could it not?" she asked. "It must be amazing to be so smart, but lonely, too, especially when you're young. No one else can keep up with you." She touched her hair. "I knew it was rare, but not the percentages. My mom and grandmothers have red hair, although they use bottles now. I'm not supposed to know about that," she said in a whisper, as if sharing a secret.
"We can still go through the basics. I'm sure you have a lot more than you can teach me, more than two classes." She snorted. "I bet she never took you to Paris just to have lunch. No one thinks like anyone else, but there is common sense. My mom has none."