"I knew you'd get it," Rachel says when you tell her about the offer from the firm in Los Angeles. She smiles at you warmly, but it's not the beaming happiness you're used to seeing from her. She reaches for her glass of wine and takes a long sip.
"I know this is going to be really good for you, kamu. You'll do great things. I'm proud of you. I should get you a copy of Oh, the Places You'll Go! Or at least... something to remember me by." She sniffles. "Damn it, I thought I could do this."
"I'm really going to miss you, kamu. I don't want this to end..." She reaches for a tissue. "If I begged you to... would you turn it down, and stay here?" She looks down at her sandals. "No. Forget I ever said that. I really am happy for you, you know that, right?"
