[She has her doubts. She has so, so many doubts, too many to agree with him easily. When. When she graduates. It feels out of reach, but for the first time, she feels as though maybe, if she stretched, her fingertips might brush that goal.
She manages a laugh at his suggestion, though, pulling back enough to look at him.]
[Spam]
She manages a laugh at his suggestion, though, pulling back enough to look at him.]
You expect me to teach?