[Week 2: Tuesday - 6:45 PM]
Tutoring session number six.
Attendance record so far: Cassidy had shown up twice, arrived late once, and completely ghosted three times. We were averaging a 33% success rate, which was somehow slightly worse than her actual grades.
I'd set up at one of the reading tables near the center of the room. Calculus textbook. English literature anthology. A notebook with color-coded tabs that I'd prepared specifically for Cassidy's weakest subjects. Pens in three different colors. Highlighters.
I looked like a very sad, very organized person.
7:00 PM. The official start time.
The chair across from me remained empty.
She's probably just running late. Rich people run late. It's a power move.
7:05 PM.
Still empty.
The grandfather clock in the corner ticked with the smug rhythm of expensive craftsmanship. Each tick seemed to say: She's not coming. You know she's not coming. Why are you even here?
Shut up, clock.
7:10 PM.
