"Come on! The person is already at the café across from our school. Just go meet them, and you can leave afterward.”
The teacher pushed Maya gently, guiding her toward the school exit. Maya dragged her feet, still searching for excuses. "But, Miss Kate, I haven't even washed my face, and my hair is a mess! I’ll scare them away.”
"It’s fine, who’s going to know you didn’t wash your face? Let’s go."
Miss Kate was broad and sturdy, easily twice Maya’s size. She pulled her along like a child. With no choice left, Maya reluctantly agreed, repeatedly emphasizing, "Miss Kate, we agreed that I’d just show my face and leave. I can’t miss my train.”
"Got it."
In the end, she was practically dragged into the café across from the school by Kate.
A man, around twenty-seven or twenty-eight years
