GABRIELLA
The corridor outside his office is quiet, too quiet for a Monday afternoon. Most of the other lecturers have already closed their doors, and the hum of student chatter has thinned to a few scattered voices. My flats click against the tiled floor, the soles sounding louder to my ears as I stop in front of his door.
He unlocks the door and slips in first. I take a deep inhale before following suit.
Professor Daniels.
The brass nameplate on his clustered desk gleams under the flickering light, and for a moment I consider walking away. I have never been in an organized, professional learning environment as this one before. I watched several videos and tutorials on how to navigate being a college student, but none of those prepared me for a moment like this.
My nerves skitter ac
