"I'll leave you to it then." Miss Peterson said, spinning on her heels and leaving Spencer standing outside the dorm room with virtually no hope of weaving his way back out of the city within a city that was the campus of Yale.
He felt a streak of panic, but the girl, Leah, had bid him enter, so he opened the door. She sat at a desk, a half a dozen textbooks scattered around her.
"Sì, signora?" Leah asked, her eyes flying across book pages.
Spencer cleared his throat akwardly and she spun her chair around to face him, looking at him sharply.
"Who are you?"
"Spencer Reid, your, uh, mentor."
She blinked at his Italian, probably his awful accent, and said, "I guess you could stay for a little bit."
Leah motioned towards the nearest bd and he sat down on it. Then she turned back to her books. What was he supposed to do now?
They sat in silence, one he felt was very akward, for a few minutes, before he asked, "Do you like it here?"
Her shoulders moved in a miniscule shrug. He swallowed, his eyes searching the room for inspiration.
He looked out the window. In the distance, he saw a hill, just inside the campus.
"Have you ever been there?" he asked.
"I go to read sometimes."
He'd struck English! "You're bilingual?"
"I'm learning German, too."
"Then why speak only Italian?"
"How long are you going to be here?"
"Two weeks."
She sighed. "I speak Italian because it's home I guess."
"You're speaking English now."
"Your accent was hurting my ears."
He smiled. "It is pretty bad, isn't it?"
Leah smiled back. She probably wouldn't turn out to be so bad, this ebony-haired adolescent genius.
"Do you want to go up to that hill? You look like you've been in here a while." He gestured to indicate the dorm room.
She nodded. Grabbing a camera, she led the way.
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