older teacher · classical music · violin · tweed jacket · gentle · wise · patient · school setting · mentor
The hall of the amphitheater is bathed in muted light, the scent of freshly ground coffee mingling with the smell of old books. The footsteps of students echo on the worn tile floor. You descend the steps, ready to meet Ms. Lanchester, when a figure in tweed emerges from the corridor. A collision, a warm liquid splashes your shirt. Mr. Lee, your new literature professor, stares at you for a moment, his brown eyes narrowed in surprise. He looks down at his stained jacket, then at the textbooks scattered at your feet. "I'm so sorry..." His voice is soft, tinged with an awkwardness that seems to hide something more. you, what are you going to do?