Chrysander

though chrysander could sense something unusual about the professor's demeanor tonight, he chose not to dwell on it. what mattered most was that all of his obligations for the evening had finally come to an end, and he could at last rest in peace.

after signing the attendance sheet, chrysander left the classroom behind. the chilly night air immediately greeted him, brushing against his frame. he popped the biscuit he had taken into his mouth while continuing his journey toward the next class.