Somebody with a lot of curiosity.

Surprised, you turn to see a very pretty young woman looking at you with an inquiring face framed by curly, light brown hair.

"Sorry to butt in, but I heard you mention the school and I know they were hiring some male teachers for the first time in history. Are you guys them?"

"Yes, two of them anyway. There are a total of four," you answer.

"Wow. You're making history," she smiles. "The first men ever to teach at Pink Rose. What's it like?"

"Not sure yet," Brian chips in. "Classes don't start til Tuesday. We just got there yesterday."

"But how do you feel about making history? I mean Pink Rose has been all women since before the Civil War, and suddenly they're hiring men. Does that feel like an honour?"

"It feels like a job," you answer. "May I ask who you are?"

She takes a deep breath and holds her hand out. "Holly Piper, Boston Globe. And you're Mr. Carter and Mr. Watts, am I right?