It had been a long day to begin with. It didn’t help that I was starting to come down with something. Probably the flu, I thought as I made my way into my first class of the semester: Ethics.
I took my seat a few rows back from the lectern and began the hunt for a pen and notebook when I felt someone looking at me. I looked over, then up. Looming over me was a cocky looking man that seemed almost amused at the world and everything in it. His hair was a dark burgundy and his clothes were artfully disheveled. He didn’t look like he belonged in college, let alone my Ethics class.
“Is this seat available?” He asked, his baritone drier than I would have guessed.
“Uh, yeah. Yeah of course.” I politely straightened back up and edged over to the other side of my seat, giving myself some extra space to move around without bumping into him.