You can chase a dream | That seems so out of reach | And you know it might not ever come your way | Dream it anyway
“And you are?” His voice is warm, possibly amused, but it’s difficult to tell from his impassive expression. He looks mildly interested but above all, polite.
“Anastasia Steele. I’m studying English literature with Kate, um…Katherine…um…Miss Kavanagh, at WSU Vancouver.”
“I see,” he says simply. I think I see the ghost of a smile in the expression, but I’m not sure.