"I can't think of it."

The man said with a shrug as he looked back at his book. "I am positive that I haven't seen you around campus. Did you transfer here?"

"Kind of. I was tutored before this because of work."

"And they accepted your credits? I couldn't get them to accept my Spanish, and I'm fluent."

"I filled my maths requirement by taking the placement test."

"I'll have to take the Spanish test, then. I have more than enough credits to fill a schedule already."

"That's funny. I don't have enough to graduate in my plan."

"What's your major?"

"English Literature."

"What would you do with that?"

"I was planning on being a marketing manager. What's your major?"

"Engineering."

"You must not have any free time."

"Last year, I worked on a final project for forty hours in a level 100 class. Most people worked even longer."

"None of my classes have been like that, thankfully."

"It wouldn't be that bad if we were told it would take that long and weren't doing it instead of a final. Being told it would only take five hours didn't help either."

"Ugh, that used to happen all the time when I was working, and it'll happen when I go back to do some extra this summer."

"What did you do?"

"Nothing worth talking about," Emma said, hoping the man would accept it.

"That's exactly how I would describe working for the government. I did nothing and couldn't be fired."

"I was essentially irreplaceable in my job and will be for at least a couple of years. It used to stress me out so bad I almost quit."

"Hopefully, it paid well. The city sure didn't."

"Oh, it paid very well."

"Congratulations."

"Thank you. I'm hoping to use the money from that to set up a more long-term income source."

"That is the smart thing to do. I'm not sure if I'd go right from it to school, though."

"I got some really good advice."