She's switching out the lenses on her camera before the newspaper meeting when Weevil approaches her, leaning in close, and whispering conspiratorially, "V, I need your help."
She sighs because that should have been implied. Tensions are still high in Neptune between the upper class and the lower class and while she doesn't really belong to either group Weevil's been pretty good about keeping his distance. She shuts her locker and motions towards the ladies room, "Step into my office."
He shakes his head, looking over his shoulder to make sure no one's around. "Not here. Meet me at Franco's at seven we'll talk then."
Fanco's, the best pulled pork in town if you don't care about trivial things like clogged arteries and heart disease. "If this is your idea of a date," she says slipping into the booth across from Weevil, "how is it possible that you remain single?"
He barks a crude laugh around the bite of BBQ sandwich he's just taken and swallows roughly. "Holdin' out for a cute little blonde that likes to stick her nose in everyone's business, unfortunately she's got a thing for rich, white boys."
She gapes in false surprise and swats his hand playfully. "Oh, you," she adds before turning serious. "You said you needed my help?"