Jasmine Yale looked out the window, and there was a glimmer of crystalline shine in her eyes; the pure white snowflakes outside fell into her gaze and melted into dots of tenderness.
She didn't speak.
Joshua Emmett just chatted with her about some other topics.
The two of them stood side by side at the window, looking at the glassy world outside through the pane.
Jasmine knew that Joshua was quite a "clean" boy. Whether it was his family background, or his own habits and emotional history, he was a blank sheet of paper.
So when facing a boy like this, she would not cross any boundaries, she wouldn't even talk a single extra sentence about something irrelevant.
They were just Teacher Yale and Teacher Emmett.
She didn't want any interaction beyond that scope.
And there were a few times when Joshua wanted to ask what her previous job had been, or which city she used to live in, but she always diverted the conversation to the children at the orphanage.
