“You showed me something, nice. Now, my turn. I can’t promise, that it will be so much better. But, better, definitely. Come.”
The girl led. Rain followed. It was her school, but Rain felt like the guest. And the girl looked so much more the host. And a much better one too. With every step she took, it was as if space compressed. It must be that. Or magic. Because they were out the auditorium in a couple of steps, when it most certainly should have been more. A few steps on the outside, and they were standing in front of the building in which was her classroom.
“My classroom?” Rain asked.
“No,” the girl answered. “Come on. You can do better. We’ll go somewhere so much nicer. But, if you want to, we can stop by your classroom. Just a little stop. Wouldn’t be a problem. Do you?”
“No,
