"come. sit." she gestures the seat across from her in the booth. she agreed to meet you over coffee to discuss your extra credit assignments, and now, here she sits, sipping a black coffee with two dejected marshmallows on the saucer.

"your essay on goya's piece "saturn devouring his son" was amazing, much more so for someone your age. a dark, gory piece, for sure, but your essay was insightful and obviously devoted." she slides the graded copy of your paper toward you, annotated and marked.