Back in 2012, a young man avoiding his studies was sitting on his sofa doing the Wednesday crossword, when a soft voice from behind him said "Ten down is wrong." He rudely told the little voice to zip it, to which the voice replied "You're an idiot. Give me that." A pair of delicate hands shot out and took control of the keyboard, erasing all his answers and replacing them with ones that were more "technically correct." The man threw up his arms in frustration and yelled "I didn't ask for your help!" Undeterred, the hands continued furiously tapping away, completing the crossword at a speed some may call "intellectually humiliating." He turned to sneer at the mysterious puzzle hijacker, only to be met with the furrowed brow and crinkled nose of a woman deep in concentration. He coughed and said, "Well, I guess you can help." "It's not really 'help' if I do the whole puzzle myself," she chirped, grinning like the cheshire cat. He rolled his eyes and leaned back against the lumpy cushions of his third-hand couch. She finished the puzzle (along with his coffee) and headed down to campus for class. The young man, bewildered by the anonymous crossword and coffee thief, asked his housemate about her. "That's Ilona's friend. Susen, I think." "Huh," muttered the young man. "Is she single?" And she was. But not for long.