The bottle of juice was retrieved from the fridge and two glasses poured. While she twisted the cap back on and set it inside, she contemplated how she would answer his question.

"I don't know," she finally replied, deciding to go with an honest answer. "I... don't really have anything." The numbers of students she met each week had dwindled down and she hadn't yet built them back up. "I've been meaning to talk to you about that. I'm... thinking about trying to get my license to teach. In a school, I mean." Her words were hesitant, like she hadn't quite settled on the idea and wasn't sure about telling him, but it was too late now.