Anita gave Chris the directions as he drove. She was still trying to work out why, as a confirmed, born-again and unrepentant lesbian, she should find this man attractive. His question took her slightly off guard. "Uh, either." Normally only gang members - full members at that, were allowed to use her nickname to her face. She knew it made most people think of head-lice or mosquitoes or something equally unpleasant, bit it was the logical shortening of her name, if you discounted Anna, which to her was far to obvious. She had been "Nits" since Junior High, and Nits she would remain.<br/><br/>"How long? Well this is my sophomore year so... just under a year consecutive, or slightly over a year actual. I'm majoring in photographic journalism, with a minor in fashion photography just in case. I think Mr Testosterone there is a freshman. He certainly wasn't around last year. He's in one of my computing classes I think."<br/><br/>Anita had seen the way he looked at Jacobs. "You like him?" It was a nosy question, but what the hell. She was never one for tact.