The session was supposed to be about quadratic equations. Instead, Leo found himself staring at the sharp line of his student’s jaw as she bit her lip in concentration.
“Mr. Hart,” she whispered, “you’re the one who told me to always show my work. So what are you thinking?” tempted tutor freeze
“Mr. Hart?” Mira looked up, pencil poised. “You stopped mid-sentence.” The session was supposed to be about quadratic equations