When Rebecca returned to her seat, her expression had darkened and she had a scowl.
Anderson noticed immediately and he narrowed his eyes.
"What's wrong?" He asked carefully.
Rebecca subconsciously pouted her lips as she complained. "Clara accosted me in the restroom and said a lot of things."
"Is this the cause of your anger?" He probed again.
Rebecca was silent for a while before she shook her head.
"I'm just angry because... I find her words to be... true."
"I'm a terrible person, aren't I?"
Anderson shook his head. "You aren't terrible."
"You are only consoling me. I know I am a terrible person. And everyone knows it as well." She countered adamantly.
"Fine. You are terrible." He agreed, and she gave him a pointed stare.
"But you are trying to make amends. That's what makes you different from others." He quickly added after the look she gave him.
Rebecca's lips pressed into a thin line.
Then quietly, her voice filled with doubt, "Do you think I can change?"
