She can tell he's well prepared for the class, with organized supplies and all his assignments. All Ava has is a book, luckily the assigned standard between each class, a notebook, and a pencil that... is worn down quite a bit. She doesn't want to risk getting up to sharpen it and bringing attention to herself, though. The teacher begins the lesson without so much looking her way, and she gives a small sigh of relief, a tiny smile toward Dex before she starts going through the motion of taking notes. She's certainly paying far more attention to him, though, and her notes start turning into writing out something to him...

do you want to study in the library together during lunch?

Ripping it from the notebook is the tricky part, waiting until everyone is turning to the next page from the textbook to hide the sound amongst rustling pages.

And then she folds it, smaller, like she's watched girls do in her other classes, slipping it over quietly.