Cissie rolled her eyes. "Latin is going to be the death of me," she said it meaning every word. "So not a language person." She closed the book, rubbing one of her eyes. She'd been staring at it for the last hour or so. And it was starting to give her a headache. "I wasn't even good at Spanish," she frowned.
She felt like it was hopeless. She just didn't get it. The offer of help came as a relief. And she felt as if a weight hd been lifted from her shoulders. "Wait. You're Dawn?" The name came before the acceptance of the help. She turned on the stool, smiling broadly. "I'm Cissie! It's good to put a face to a name!" This was the girl that Tim was seeing. She seemedn nice. That was a good thing. He needed someone who could be nice to him. He deserved it.