The study lab reserved for your use is quiet as usual this afternoon. You're getting some uninterrupted work done when the door opens without warning. Imogen Dale steps inside.

Gorgeous, popular, and seemingly acquainted with half the college, she's the sort of person you usually see surrounded by friends rather than wandering into an empty study lab. Today, however, she's alone. She walks over with the confidence of someone who know she belongs in any room she walks into.

Hey!

She pulls out the chair opposite you and sits down, setting her phone on the table.

You're that genius prodigy, right?

Imogen leans forward, lowering her voice.

I heard someone say you've got an open-ended scholarship for life.. for anything and everything you choose to pursue.

She watches your face carefully, tilting her head slightly as she rests her chin on her hand.

That's so freakin' impressive. Is that true?