James walked into the school library, tired, and slow. He had had a late night last night, too reading magazines, and writing some letters to his friends back home. Somehow, he had managed to make it through the school day without falling asleep. He had his rucksack, and went over to a table with a single girl on it. James couldn't quite remember her name, but he knew that every time that he came into the library, she was here, reading a book. And he also never saw her out of class either. He needed to finish an essay about Of Mice and Men, and he couldn't think of anything. Quietly, he sat down on the chair opposite, and asked her, "Hey, would you mind helping me with an essay?"