How is it that a person can be mature beyond their years when it comes to some things and yet so childish when it comes to others?
I agreed to give Rose some extra training this week—the fact she has been struggling in combat class since her return was weighing heavily on her, and she asked for guidance. I decided that in addition to our morning and evening routine, this week we would meet for thirty minutes during her lunch hour as well. She seemed grateful at the time, but apparently I misjudged her reaction.
She forgot about me... or rather, she forgot our midday session.
I hunted her down—luckily I knew exactly where she'd be—and found her scribbling away in her diary.
I'm making her run an extra fifteen laps for keeping me waiting her tardiness.
-DB