1,2,3 drink

Quentin laughed. “I think through my daydreaming, I’ve made my way around all the parks in the neighborhood, not just the campus. But thanks for the tip.” He looked at Wyatt quizzically. “Do you… work here?”

He bit his lip and nodded a bit. "How about the cafes around here? They have nice food and they're great places to do some reading." Wyatt smiled and nodded, "Yes, I am. I'm a bit too old to be a college student."

It’s okay, sorry I’m just trying to grade these papers and I was taking a moment to myself.And I’m rambling. What can I do for you?

Well, I'm sorry form interrupting you. I just had a question about something... Now that I think about it, it's nothing important. 

No, I was just…distracted.  How are you, Wyatt?

Do you want to talk about it? I'm fine. 

It’s nothing. Just people talking shit, really.

I'm sorry to hear that. May I ask what they are talking about?

Really? Huh, that’s weird. Maybe it’s just me.

No, I think a lot of people might agree with you actually. So, it's probably just me.

[on the phone] Yes Ma. I already called Mona and Matt. Yeah. I sent grandma a card. Uh huh. Of course I’m wearing yellow. It’s like you don’t know me at all. Look, a student’s waiting for me. Talk to you later. Love you. Bye. [hangs up the phone] Well, that was…fun.

[he turns around when she mentions that one of her students is waiting for her then waited for her too finish talking on the phone] Before, when you said that one of your students were waiting for you, you were lying, right? 

"What is it that people do for fun around here?." Quentin thought pensively, looking around the expansive campus grounds. He still hadn’t done quite a bit around yet. Where is everyone?

"You can--" Wyatt stopped himself before he said that he could head to the bar. "You can um... go to one of the parks around campus."

Oh... sorrry I umm... [backs out the room and closes the door then knocks on it using the knocker]

Kind? It's nothing. I'm sure anyone would've done the same. Pleasure to meet you, Angela. I'm Wyatt, Wyatt Raben.

[Elisabeth was going through some of her files when she heard the door open behind her.  People usually knocked.  She stiffened and turned around.]  Oh…it’s just you.

I'm sorry, were you expecting someone?

You find …ways. I’ve have my share of getting used to weird things. And people talking about weird things.

Ways? [sighs] I'm sure. Talking about weird things?

Does everything feel slow to you? 

Mm... no?

Oh. Well, welcome back to Walt Disney College. Fortunately, I didn't get hurt.