Cheryl
We had our first class today, and I was both excited and nervous. I was about to sit in a room with over a hundred Mathematics scholars—including damn Anna.
I couldn't be more grateful to Mr. Han. If not for him, I wouldn’t have had all these opportunities.
“Mr. Han, I’m walking into class now. I’ll talk to you later, okay?” I waved at the screen.
We had been FaceTiming all morning. Because I missed him, of course. And because I wanted to be with him. But instead, I was here.
“Okay, baby. Bye. I love you,” he said between bites of sausage.
I smiled, waved, and ended the call just as Anna and I reached the classroom door.
“Are you sure Mr. Han isn’t a freaking magician? This calculator looks like some weird time machine from a hundred years in the future,” Anna said, turning
