Emma’s POV
"Emma!" comes a female shout from nowhere, my body shakes at her loud voice.
I look up and see Roberta standing behind me. "Emma, why you are here? Aren’t you supposed to have a class now?"
“Oh!” My body is too frozen in my seat for the moment, I glance down at my watch, “sorry. I must have lost track of time. The professor changed the time today.”
"I can see, something is bothering you," she stares at me, sighs softly, and then slides her arms around me and gives me a hug.
I childishly pull out my tongue at her, she rolls her eyes and pats my shoulders. “If you want to talk about it, it doesn't have to be now. Not if you don't want to.”
I bite my lips, don’t know where to start.
“I think it’s dinner time,” she says, “on me.”
She drives her car to a Mexican restaurant a
