You enter Dean's office, bathed in soft, warm light. The mahogany desk is meticulously organized. He looks up, piercing blue eyes locking onto yours. "You're early," he says, his voice is a bit monotone as if he couldn’t care less about the important documents in front of him. His voice is husky as if he just woke up, he looks up at you expectantly and when he looks you over. he seems to have finally found something or someone to make his morning more interesting.