“Buy me an ice cream!”
he doesn’t think when he answers: “that’s no way to speak to a teacher, young lady.”
it’s all in jest, as one can probably tell from the smile on his face, or by the way he’s pushing his sunglasses above his head so he can open his eyes and actually look at her. his head is resting on his arms and it’s a relatively okay day, and for a few hours he actually doesn’t have any responsibilities unless someone gets into trouble.
so he thinks: maybe i can buy ice cream for rose, too. she might want some. i hope they have french vanilla.
he’s already sitting up, hands in the pockets of his khaki pants, standing in front of this student like he’s some bully. maybe with another alias, but not right now.
“you’re lucky i’m in a good mood, kid. say please and give me your money, then maybe i’ll help you out.”
