NovelOnlineOnce inside, Grace set down her art supplies and poured them both a glass of water. “Did you sleep well last night?”
“Perfectly.”
“The air here is so fresh. Staying a few more days will do you good.”
“I agree,” Sylvia said. “When is your class? I'd like to listen in.”
Grace glanced at her watch. “It starts in ten minutes. We can head over now.”
“Okay.”
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtThey walked to the library together. Once inside, Grace went to a side room to get her teaching materials, while Sylvia went ahead
to the classroom.
Just as she reached the door, Jonas ran up to her, holding a bow! of fresh strawberries. “One of the students’ parents brought these
this morning. | washed them for you.”
Sylvia accepted the bowl. “Thank you.”
“Don’t mention it,” Jonas said with a warm smile. “Are you here to observe the Professor's class? You should go on in, it's about to
start.”
“Okay,” Sylvia nodded. “See you in a bit.”
She entered the classroom, where all the students were already seated. They looked at her with surprise.
A little girl in a red dress asked, “Are you a teacher too?”
Sylvia smiled. “No, I'm a student, just like you.”
A wave of surprised whispers filled the room.
“Shh,” Sylvia said, placing a finger to her lips. “Everyone quiet down. Professor Quintin ising. After class, whoever behaves the
best will get sof my strawberries. How does that sound?”
The children’s innocent faces broke into bright smiles.
Sylvia made her way to the back of the room and sat down at an empty desk, taking out the sketchbook and pencils she had
brought. Grace specialized in traditional and oil painting, but due to the limited resources, she was currently teaching the students
sketching.
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