The Lady and the Professor

[Maria Freudenstein]

*Well home sweet home* as she thumbed the door code into her present accommodation.

Carefully placing her coat over the one pitted aluminium chair, she disappointedly review the evening * Well McCool’s has gone downhill unless its reputation has been hyped and disappointingly no sign of the Professor, wonder how I will get his attention.*

Bending to remove her boots she noticed a blinking red light on the comms console, her heart unfathomably quickened as she pushed the missed message button.

She was greeted by a grey vista, a dull small room with utilitarian furniture and centre stage, the Professor inviting her to the first meeting.

He looked a little apprehensive and in all honesty the general hue from the whole setting was bland, hopefully this was a rented room, if not then hopefully the grey atmosphere did not extend to a grey mind.

Pressing the call button elicited no response, *probably just as well* she though, *I am not in the mood for much conversation tonight, time to leave a message.*
“Hello Professor, thank you for the invitation, I can begin tomorrow if you would like to confirm the time and place, arrivederci”, quickly pressing the send and resisting the urge to blow a kiss. *I definitely need sleep* was the last thing to cross her mind as her head hit the pillow.