Perhaps they weren't off to the best start and his attitude wasn't the most inspiring to make her care about a subject she'd never been particularly good at, but if his help would at least get this term paper finished quicker than if she was falling asleep at the keyboard of her computer at home then she'd endure it. At least it was her parents' money being wasted on his services.
"Ran out of change for my subway card, had to sell some cigarettes to a homeless man to make fare," she explained her lateness with a dismissive wave of her hand, slumping into chair with a complete lack of grace. Midori was tired, far too stressed, and her mind was already elsewhere as her eyes followed the tapping of his pen. "So you're going to write this thing for me?" It was worth a shot.