Lana's POV
After class, I stood up from my desk, I draped the sling of my satchel over my shoulder as students chatted with each other and left. Professor Richard was sitting at his desk, writing. I took a deep breath, hoping that this would be the right decision. I walked down the steps and approached his desk. I scanned the classroom. It was empty now. I stood in front of his desk.
He looked up at me. "Lana, is everything okay? I do apologize for earlier," he said, but there was concern.
"I think that I want to talk...about my problems...things that are going on in my life. I heard that you are great at listening and great at giving advice," I said.
The corners of his mouth curled up in a smile. "Take a seat," he gestured to the chair across from his desk, "Or if you want to schedu
