Peter was right, she realized. She was in a good mood. She hadn't thought about it before, but now, thinking back, she realized that the majority of the last year, maybe even year and a half, she hadn't really been in a good mood. Sure, she had a great time at prom (thanks to John, probably), and she was never in a bad mood, but she hadn't honestly been in a good mood just because. "It's about time," she said, in the midst of a small yawn. "Maybe prom was a turning point." Onto actually being happy for more than a few hours. Onto everyone being happy together. She hoped so.
"No, stay," she urged, adding with a gesture towards said papers, "I like the company. Without it I would feel obligated to grade some tests." She hated grading. She didn't like having proof of her students failing in front of her eyes.