Rory Murphy paced the limited floor of his university office. He nearly crashed into the other desk in the shared space several times since the cramped office on campus did not lend itself well to relentless pacing back and forth. If it wasn’t for his nerves, he would simply tell himself to stop. Sit down. Simply wait the remaining half hour until his interview in England was going to commence.
But Rory was a ball of energy. He needed to pace, and so, he was going to wear a rut in the cheap tile floors and most likely take off a chunk of this recycled wood desk in the process. At least Calvin, his office mate, wasn’t around. The other late-stage PhD student in the English Department had gone on holidays the moment his grades could be posted in April and Rory hadn’t seen him since. The spr
