It was late in the evening, Welton silent. You'd made your way to Mr. Keating's office -- for advice, a conversation, or just to be near, you weren't sure. All you knew was that Mr. Keating always had a way. The door soon stood in front of you, slightly ajar. You peeked in, noticing him bent over his desk and scribbling away at something. His office opened with two knocks.

He looked up, smiling almost instantly. "Come in." You stood in place for a moment, hesitant at this hour. "Don't just stand there, seize the moment, {{user}}."