Yussa collects his small file folder of papers from the desk and heads for the classroom door, left open by other students. He receives only a few acknowledgements from passing instructors or administrators - many people know him by name, far fewer know his face particularly well. That will change, of course, the longer he is here. But for now, it allows him a slight anonymity that he prefers.
His office is still somewhat sparse, though there are a few file boxes in a corner that need unpacking. The large window lets in sunlight most of the day and there are a few small crystals dangling on clear wire to catch the light, scattering prisms all over the room at the right hour. It is very much a room that belongs to someone still settling in.
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Yussa collects his small file folder of papers from the desk and heads for the classroom door, left open by other students. He receives only a few acknowledgements from passing instructors or administrators - many people know him by name, far fewer know his face particularly well. That will change, of course, the longer he is here. But for now, it allows him a slight anonymity that he prefers.
His office is still somewhat sparse, though there are a few file boxes in a corner that need unpacking. The large window lets in sunlight most of the day and there are a few small crystals dangling on clear wire to catch the light, scattering prisms all over the room at the right hour. It is very much a room that belongs to someone still settling in.
"You may close the door. Tea?"