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Victor waited patiently in his classroom. It was 9:45am, and he kept checking the clock. He had stayed up all night drawing and re-drawing the plans. He mapped all the possibilities, even called Vernard and Valeria. They were excited for him, but seemed quite distant, he chalked it up to their new found duties. He was too excited to think about home. He breathed in deeply. The girl had taken to his authority and wisdome; he would not jeopardize that status he had over her. 

“Don’t be sorry!” Wanda comforted, a look of insecurity shadowing her face as he pulled away. “I didn’t mean to be too forward-” She tried to compensate, putting her hands behind her back. “I could tell that there was something wrong, and being in a crowded space always makes that worse.” Her brows creased as Wanda watched the boy grow smaller it seemed, and more anxious. “My name is Wanda!” She started, holding out her hand to shake, feeling very American. “It is very nice to meet you. I am new and I do not know many people.”