Rob made his way down the long empty hallway, listening to the noise of his sneakers squeaking on the polished flooring. Not sneaking, he thought, as he stopped in front of the door he wanted and knocked.
Professor Draper turned from his credenza holding a bone-white cup and saucer. The tag of a tea bag hung from one side of the cup. He wore a tweed jacket, but at least one without leather elbow patches.
“Do you want a cup?”
Rob shook his head.
His advisor nodded toward one of the two guest chairs near his desk. He eased himself down into his chair.
“You’re back a touch early. Was it an eventful summer back ...