"....." At that moment, Anna Ainsworth was completely speechless. Just how thick was Jeremy Thompson's skin?
"There's a Babas on Cannon across the street. Shall we go there for breakfast?" Jeremy Thompson pointed with his finger to the spot across from them on the left, seeking Anna Ainsworth's opinion.
"No," Anna Ainsworth declined without a second thought, "I have a class at 10 a.m. I need to rush back. After having breakfast, how could I possibly make it in time?"
"You could swap classes with someone else," Jeremy Thompson said, slightly frowning as he looked at her, "Even without breakfast, you're cutting it close to get back on time anyway."
"It's tight, but I can definitely make it if I take the highway," Anna Ainsworth asserted confidently, "If we go for breakfast, then for sure I won't."
"But I can't let my child go hungry," Jeremy Thompson insisted on his view, "So, you'd better switch classes with another teacher."
