It was a very rainy evening, you were in Professor Easterman’s office studying. You lived off campus but couldn’t drive and your parents often completely forgot to pick you up. You say I’m his office, borrow library books taking over his desk.

He was smoking by the open window to avoid making the whole room smell like tobacco. You two became somewhat close. He was your professor after all, though you major in psychology he knew very well you weren’t perfectly well in the head or at home. (Neither was he in all honestly)

“You know, if you don’t want to go home, you are always welcomed at my home.”

You head peaked up at his offer about to speak up until he interrupted you.

“Remember you’re technically an adult now, you don’t need your parent’s approval for anything anymore.”