Ava scoots a bit off to the side to give him room to stand in front of her locker, bouncing lightly from one heel to the other. This is the most she's spoken to any of her classmates so far without completely fumbling, and he hasn't even looked at her weird yet.

"26... 4..." Ava doesn't even think about the fact that giving out her lock combination to somebody else is a potential security risk. He's just a nice boy, not some enemy of the state or spy from another organization looking to infiltrate her text books. And Ava has nothing in there to hide, they make sure of that. "13," she watches him spin the dial to the last number, and the lock gives a little click confirming the combination.

"Do you... remember what the reading assignment was?"