"I like photography. I'm not sure there's much else to say."

"Uh huh. I guess I can give him a trial run."

"Are you interesting in going further with it? Do you want to do it professionally?"

"I'll at least take a class on it, if I make it to college."

"I'm hoping to apply for a course in the next year or so. What college do you like?"

"I didn't have anything picked out yet. I always figured I'd stay local."

"Is Beacon Hills really so appealing? My dad has had me pegged for Duke since I was three years old."

"I'm not wedded to it."

"Duke's art program is really good. My dad is an alumnus, as well. We have an apartment in town."

"You're a legacy? That's nice."

"Yeah, no kidding. I wouldn't want to go to my dad's school, though."

"I'm not wedded to it."

"We don't have to commit to anything now. We have time."

She smiles at him. "So much time. All of our high school career. But still. Photography courses are a thing I wanna look into sooner rather than later."

She looks to Boyd.

"What are the requirements for the military? What division are you interested in?"

He happily talks her ear off for a few minutes.

Erica eats her lunch.

Matt looks at Juliet. For a few minutes.

Juliet listens attentively to Boyd, pitching in with questions when needed.

She takes a hold of Matts hand in the meanwhile.

Handholding!

Awww! Barf. Sigh.

"I'm not sure I really get the military thing."

"You're rich, and you're an artist."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"It's fine that you don't get it. You wouldn't."

"I'm rich and an artist."

"And the fact that you get it is an impressive exercise in empathy. Or maybe it's that you like sports."