The only thing that Jennifer could discern on the paper in front of her, thankfully, was the name. She sat in on the class the next day and surveyed the class. She just missed whatever roll call the Professor had called so she figured her best bet of finding this "Duke Crocker" was to sit in until the end of the class.
She took a seat in the front, just off to the side of where the Professor had set up to start the lecture, so it wasn't surprising that she felt eyes on her, but there was one student who seemed to be looking at her almost exclusively.
She glanced at the student in the back of the room, a fit gentleman with a moustache and goatee and long hair in a ponytail at the back of his head. He was almost too tall for the desks, causing him to sit with his legs splayed out in front of him, and he looked fairly disinterested in what the Professor had to say. When she caught his eye, she smiled at him, thinking he'd look away embarrassed like any other student would when she caught them staring at her, but he just smiled back at her, even daring to wink at her.
She rolled her eyes in response before focusing on what the Professor again. As the class ended and the students began gathering their things, Jennifer stood, "Could I speak with Duke Crocker?"
The student from earlier came up to her, grinning slyly at her, "You caught me at a disadvantage; you are?"
She gave him a courteous smile, "Jennifer."
He smiled at her before she held up a stack of papers to him, "Do you recognize these?"
Duke arched an eyebrow at the papers, skimming them briefly, "Yeah, that's my work."
Jennifer nodded, "It is. Would you like to know how I know?"
Duke shifted, his agitation starting to show through, "I'd imagine it has something to do with the fact that my name's on them."
"They do. Because that's the only part of these papers that I can read, making them impossible to grade." She sighed, trying to pull in her own agitation so that they wouldn't start arguing in the middle of the classroom, "Look, I'm going to be honest with you, unless we figure something else out, I'm going to have to fail you."
Duke rubbed his forehead exasperatedly, "So what would you suggest?"
"Well," Jennifer sighed leaning against one of the desks, "either you start taking handwriting classes–"
"Would you be the one tutoring me?" He asked, the sly smile coming back.
She rolled her eyes and continued, "–or you just start typing up and sending your work to me."
He grinned at her, "Okay. So what if I give you my cell number, and you can text me your e-mail address?"
She chuckled at him, "Or I can just write down my e-mail address for you now."
He sighed, "If that's all I'm going to get."
She smiled at him, "For now."