𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫 || 𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧
profwilliams:
There were people Williams could expect coming into his office. Most commonly, it was a student. Sometimes, a teacher. But a majority of the time, that was it. He had no way to expect a woman he had only seen in passing before.
So he sucked in a breath and gathered himself, suddenly self-aware. He could explain his kurtness to a colleague, they would understand immediately. But not to a practical stranger. That was just rude.
“ Apologies. You’re not in trouble, I’m simply used to my students needing to interrupt my post-hours night, ” His voice quieted, trying to explain away how rude he was. Oh. There was also a cat.
He reached up and let the cat sniff his finger, ready to give affection.
“ Professor Williams. Is this darling yours? ”
Grace’s smile looked a little uncomfortable when the man asked her about this cat. Did she really have to tell him how she ended up here? Grace couldn’t stop thinking about how much of a stereotype this man was, he didn’t only look like a professor he even sounded like one.
“I’m not sure if she’s mine. I followed her like a drunk Alice in fucking Wonderland and here I am. “ she said almost hitting herself for using such a language in front of a professor.
“I’m not drunk. “ she said “yet”.
The brunette looked at the cat and gave it a little pet on the head. “ I guess I’ll keep it. It’s cute and I don’t often find things cute. Besides it’s black so it fits my soul. “
