❝Ah. I got lost on campus.
Sorry.❞
Curiosity killed the cat
but satisfaction might bring it back yet.
Dean falters.
“ don’t worry about it.
you’re in the sciences
wing. ”
[ james sets down the glass of glenfiddich single malt. this is his grading time (drinking time)– he’s told his students his hours. this young man can’t be one of his, then. ]