Her face smooths out and she looks out across the grass. “Um.” “You won’t be sorry. They’ve got the best sauce around.” With her head down, she timidly says, “I only have two hours.” “I know.” I’m no fool. She’s here because she’s required, but that doesn’t mean it has to stay that way, right? I pull my keys from my pocket and walk backward toward the parking lot. “It’s only a couple miles from here, I have my truck.” My eyes roam across her makeup-less face. “I’ll get you back in good time, Tutor Girl. Promise.”
