Thread: Professor Dilemma {Niklaus Wirth & Enigma_x}

A sly, uncooperative ray of sun skimmed through the narrow gap between the sheets that concealed the bedroom from the assault of the Sun. Conveniently, this tricky beam fell on his eyes, forcing Niklaus awake. Amid the usual blasphemy that he uttered from being broken from his blissful reverie, Niklaus woke up to the smell of brewing coffee. The machine had an alarm set to it, and it was evident that the seeds were being baked with by the blistering water in the pot. The scent forced the blonde to slide his feet into a sandal of sorts, and mosey towards the kitchen, draping a robe around him. His hand reached to grip a glass mug that hung upside-down, a nail-like protrude latching onto its handle. Pouring his normal intake of caffeine into the chalice, he added milk. The concoction of this mixture is then brought back into the bedroom, the scent of coffee wafting from the warm veneer of the liquid in the mug. Niklaus drew a sip from the sweltering liquid, carefully blowing onto it to cool it down, just enough not to burn his tongue. Devouring the source of caffeine, the flaxen-haired male slipped into the shower, gyrating the knob for a deluge of warm water from neatly designed holes on the shower head. As the warmth continued seeping into his skin, he could feel the fatigue and lethargy fade away it is then when the reminiscence of his class came into his perception. Drying himself, and moving on to ready himself for the day, the male pulled out a couple of attire from the closet, namely a milky-white shirt, a charcoal black pant one which had patterned white stripes running vertically from waist to toe and a blazer of pattern similar to that of the pant. Niklaus donned into the ensemble of clothing hed have plucked out for the day, and searched for the necessary documents he need to carry in his brown leather bag. Oh, most of the papers that needed grading are with Ava , he reminded himself, and arranged the luggage before moving on towards his garage. The blonde wasnt much of a car, as much he was a bike-person. A BMW S1000RR revved, and Niklaus set for college, where he lectured at. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Parking his bike in the lot, the male navigated along the maze-like sidewalk of the campus, avoiding hitting any of the students on the way towards his office. He was 30-years old, unmarried, and with a well-maintained physique, and save for his dressing-sense, he could easily be mistaken as one of the students in the campus. It was surprising just how many people had managed to misjudge him on account of his age, and experience in teaching. However, being a lecturer was something he was passionate about. It was often because of that why he found annoyance in dealing with students who slacked in his subject Mathematics. The whole world, functioning, moving, flowing, it was all Mathematics at least thats what Niklaus believed. As he managed to abridge the distance between him and his office, chocolate-brown gaze of his befall a colleague exiting from his office. Mr. Bishop, acknowledged Niklaus with a terse nod, his countenance depicting a surprise finding him near the territory of his academic abode. Everything alright? inquired the male, looking over Mr. Bishops shoulder to find Ava inside his office, toiling away with paperwork he had assigned to her. Were you looking for me, or is it that Ava managed to get in trouble in your class, too? Sure, he was jumping into conclusions, but from what depiction of the female he had in his mind, hed not be surprised. Oh, it was nothing. I was just checking why your door was open this early in the morning. I almost forgot you had hired an assistant to help you out, Mr. Wirth, replied Mr. Bishop. Ava is a very good student in my vision, he added, looking back towards her, with a grin on his face which Niklaus couldnt quite decipher. With a frown on his visage, he simply nodded, and saw the other male off, sauntering into his office, dropping his bag onto the desk. What was all that about? Niklaus questioned the female. With Ava spending longer periods of time around him, the young professor had started noticing things about her the way she paired her hair with fashion, her clothing which often appeared modest, yet carried a significant appeal to them. Yes, they did have quite some years between them, but seeing her through, sometimes Niklaus felt guilty about being rather harsh on her. But then again, whenever shed speak to him in a disrespectful manner, all the remorse would evaporate, leaving but a scoff in his expression. Although, today appeared different. He was suspicious about the lingering activities of the lurking professor, and he needed to know what the reason was behind the old mans appearance, if the given reason was untrue. You still havent finished grading the papers? I gave you an answer key for correcting those papers, too. And this was when you had all evening on your plate. Why arent they finished yet? Are you taking this seriously, trying to improve your grades in Mathematics at all? His point of inquiry quickly diverted toward the mentioned when he noticed the stack of papers laying all over her desk.