Isabelle cocked her head slightly. “What’s on your mind?”
George’s lips twitched, his response succinct. “Just pondering.”
With a gentle swipe of his fingertips, George cleared the water droplets, a silent gesture that spoke volumes to Isabelle. The ringing phone pierced the tranquility, diverting their attention. Isabelle’s gaze instinctively flicked towards the device.
George paused, retrieving the phone and checking the messages, his demeanor steadying.
“Your teacher commended your work and suggests you present these PowerPoint slides to your classmates upon your return to school,” George relayed.
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