She had come up with a problem.
A problem a mere teen of fifteen could solve if given ample time.
But he himself was no ordinary guy. At an IQ of 179, he was 39 points north of a genius. I took a glance at him. I knew of his expressions. Seven seconds and he already had paved a path towards the solution. But the words that left his mouth contradicted what I had sensed.
He expressed his inability in finding a solution. She was thrilled at beating a genius. The concept of a high IQ level seems irrelevant here but actually is not. I could smell something fishy. He was definitely up to something.
Perhaps, his mind was already at work and was plotting what was, well, 39 points north of a genius.