Nora Everly

“That would be depressing. Weird how we can love this job so much and dread it at the same time.”

“I want you to talk to me. I don’t care if you’re yelling, screaming, glaring at me across a table, or poking this cute little finger of yours in my chest. I’ll take anything I can get from you. See you in the teachers’ lounge, heartbreaker.”

“Don’t answer that. You said you weren’t ready, and I want to honor your feelings. I’m not here to push you. I’m here to take care of you because you need it, okay?”