Chapter 5

"Look, it's already really late. Just come up with three reasons why you think sports are important to kids and then we can meet up again tomorrow and go from there, okay?" I scanned her features while she spoke, only then realizing how worn down she really looked. Her eyes were slightly blurry, and there were deep purple bags underneath them. I felt like a total dickhead for asking for her help when she was clearly already juggling so much of her own by the looks of it. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to add more shit to your plate. I can just go to the help center tomorrow. It's no problem." I tried assuring her, but by the look on her face she wasn't having any of it. "Just give me your phone number and you can text me when you have time tomorrow. I don't have classes on Tuesdays." She asserted, turning her palm out and waiting for me to hand over my device. I was shocked. I'd never had a girl ask for my number before. It was always usually the other way around.