When she was a teenage, her junior year, her favorite trick involved riding in cars with at least two other girls. You needed a female cluster in there, and you needed to have the plainest one driving. They'd cruise University Avenue in Palo Alto until they spotted some boys together near a street corner. Boys were always ganged up at high-visibility intersections, marking territory and giving off cigarette smoke and musk. At the red light, she'd roll down the window and shout, "Hey, you guys" The boys would turn toward the car slowly - very slowly - trying for cool. Smoke emerged from their faces, from the nose or mouth. "Hey! Do you think we're pretty?" she'd shout. "Do you think we're cute?" -Bravery