Luke finishes the cigarette and throws the butt in the nearby bin. The hush of nicotine doesn’t seem to have helped as he feels himself sweat with clammy palms. He enters the psychology building and takes the lift to the fourth floor. He finds room 425 at the end of the long hallway and pauses for a moment before knocking on the mahogany door. A familiar voice tells him to enter. Before he can chicken out, he takes a deep breath and steps inside the office.
The room is similar to every other professor’s office Luke has been in: bland and unremarkable. What matters, anyway, is the person behind the desk.
Hardy peers at Luke without a single hint of emotion. He looks aloof and frustratingly unbothered.
“Hello, Mr. Scozzari.” Hardy laces his fingers on top of his desk. “Decided to show up
