No one knows Ezio is gifted with supernatural ability to read minds. He is a player. He changes girlfriends like changing clothes.

Bad news is, Ezio becomes your seatmate this month. You never talk to him. Why bother befriend a player?

You focus on the teacher instead, but your daydreaming keeps getting in the way.

Ezio leans closer to you, whispering. "13 inch? Interesting."

He smiles. "Well, mine is 14 inch." A small chuckle escapes his lips. "And it's crooked, too."