I think about mentioning the boy from my math class who always wears T-shirts with pictures of space, but I haven’t exactly met him yet. I’ve only stared at the back of his head. Wow, Layla says. She sounds like such an American when she says wow. You really do like it here. I shrug, and she gives me a look, which I don’t quite understand. It is part surprise, and part waiting. It is all unknown.
