I followed Caleb out into the empty workshop. He was banging about at his toolbox and muttering away to himself, then he storms off and starts to close the roller doors.
“Caleb. Talk to me” I say as he walks back over to his toolbox.
“America?” he says as he raises an eyebrow. “Are you really thinking about it?” he says, sounding so defeated.
“Ok. One, I haven’t even graduated yet. Two, my lecturer only said it was a possibility. With my grades the opportunity might come. But I won't need to think about it until I graduate. It might not even happen. I hadn’t even thought of it being a possibility. I was thinking about starting up my own business after working a few years to get more experience. I haven’t thought about any of that yet” I say to him as I pull him in for a hug.
“If th
