The woman saw that Alisa was hesitating, and she gently held Alisa's hand, leading her through the corridors of the school. They passed by classrooms filled with colorful posters and bulletin boards displaying students' work.
Eventually, they arrived at an empty classroom, its desks neatly arranged in rows.
"What do you want to say?" Alisa asked, and the woman guided Alisa to take a seat in one of the chairs.
Alisa glanced around the quiet room.
"Well, why did your mom come here today?" The woman inquired as she settled into the chair next to Alisa.
"I don't know," Alisa replied softly, her eyes flickering with uncertainty.
The woman nodded understandingly, her gaze gentle yet probing. "How are you enjoying class?" she asked, reaching into her bag and retrieving an orange juice, and offering it to Alisa.
Alisa hesitated, her gaze falling on the orange juice.