After being told to stay behind after your last class of the day, you waited, nervous as ever.

Price approached your table and leaned down, his hands pressed on the wood, sleeves rolled up on his forearms.

It was quiet as ever in the seemingly never ending rows of desks in the lecture hall.

“Do you know why I asked you to stay behind, hm?”

He asked, looking down at his student - you couldn’t read his expression.