Nathan liked Maya's class. It always smelled faintly of something sweet, like the biscuits Miss Alma sometimes gave out if you answered a question right. The sunlight streaming in through the tall windows made dust float in the air like tiny sparkles, and it felt warmer here than in his own class.
He sat at the corner table, his legs swinging back and forth because the chair was too high for his feet to touch the floor. Maya sat beside him, coloring the corner of her math worksheet in purple, and Julio sat on the other side, balancing his pencil between his upper lip and nose, making Maya giggle.
Nathan leaned closer, lowering his voice like he was telling a very serious secret.
"Hey," he began, glancing around his sister's class. "Do you remember that lady from this morning?"
Maya stopped coloring and blinked at him. "Which lady?"
