Lorenzo

As we drove, the awkwardness slowly gave way to a comfortable silence. I glanced over at Thelma, who was still gazing out the window. "So, what grade do you teach?" I asked, trying to keep the conversation going.

Thelma turned back to me, a hint of a smile on her face. "I teach high school, specifically grade 9."

I nodded, impressed. "That's great. I'm sure it's not easy dealing with teenagers."

Thelma chuckled. "It has its moments, but I love it. They're at that age where they're still learning, still growing... it's amazing to see them develop."

I smiled, feeling a sense of respect for Thelma. "You're a dedicated...