Let me play...

27 Years Old |  Teacher. | Smart. | Kind Hearted.

The sound of a pen moving across a piece of paper was heard in an empty room. A red circle baring the letter ‘F’ in the middle. The man brought to fingers up to his forehead rubbing his temples just a little bit. He was tired, he was aggravated, he was hungry. He dropped his hand to lift the sleeve of his dress shirt up revealing a silver Rolex on his wrist. The time was a quarter passed "Why am I still here?" he spoke glancing up when he heard his voice echo in the empty room. A sigh left his lips as he packed up the papers on his desk. "I guess I can finish grading these at home." the echo bothered him even now at the age of twenty-seven he still seemed to be alone. For somebody who spent his days around people he surely felt alone. He lived alone, ate alone, slept alone, etc. What did he have to do to get a little company every now and then. While his mind flooded with all of these thoughts he found himself standing under an awning staring out to the university parking lot with a few cars scattered about. His car was the further-est it was just his luck it was raining.. pouring raining. He didn’t have an umbrella only thing he had was the suit jacket he could possibly drape over his head to avoid getting showered on. His eyes fell as he stared out to his car. "Just..Great.."

Jang Wooyoung at your service.