Izzy held her breath at the way his eyes bore into her. It made her feel suddenly small, as if he was staring into the darkest depths of her soul. She wished he would look somewhere else, but she found that she could not help but stare back at him, incapable of looking away herself.
	She finally managed to tear her gaze from Trevor’s as he hit the nail on its head. “I was joking,” she said, her voice quiet. There was something off about this whole meeting. “About you being a serial killer.”
	Izzy took the bag from Trevor with a cautious hand. “Thanks.” She offered him a tiny, wary smile.
	When he finished, Izzy just stared. “You’d like to...” she said after a short pause. “What is it you think you can help with? Because I’m really not interested in a tutor for studying for the SATs,” she finished, though she knew quite well he was not talking about schoolwork. She wrapped part of the bag anxiously around her hand.