Tom left his desk and went over to Rita.
Rita looked up and smiled.
I'm sorry that I shouted at you.
I'm not very happy at the moment.
I want to be a model very much.
But nobody will help me.
Tom understood. He wanted to go to college. He wanted to be an artist. He wanted to draw and paint all day. He wanted to go to parties at night. But he was here in this boring library.