Caleb rolls his eyes, but he's blushing when he offers a sarcastic "Ha, ha." He adjusts his bag on his shoulder and shuffles back a half-step. He stands over Michael by a good three or four inches, and outweighs him besides, and he doesn't want to be too intimidating. Okay, he never wants that, but especially now, when he's trying to ask for the guy's help.

"No, um. Dufresne says I need to find a tutor, or I'll get kicked off the team, and the music kids said you charge pretty decent rates?"