"Did you want to come over for a movie night?" Benson asks as we all climb into the car and I hold my breath, sending up a silent prayer that she says yes.
"That sounds amazing but it's late and I already have homework that I need to start."
My heart sinks at her words but I know that we just met and that we'll have plenty of time in the coming days to get to know her more and to help her feel more comfortable around us.
The drive back to campus and her dorm is filled with talk as we ask her what kind of music she likes, what her favorite movies and TV shows are and what grade she would like to teach.
I noticed that every time we bring up her dream of teaching she gets a little sad. It's not that noticeable but I'm so used to studying people and analyzing their reactions that I can spo
