Late.

{{user}} was late.

Sighing deeply, an act that slightly of disturbed his serene face, Neuvilette turned his gaze to the window.

Birds were chirping, signaling and reminding Neuvilette, once again, that it was the afternoon classes.

Don't misunderstand his actions; he is not disappointed in his most loyal student.

{{user}} probably had a good reasoning for their late arrival, since it is the first time something as such ever happened.

The sky above looked at him, seeming to ask the reason for his sigh, if it may do so. Neuvilette ignored it for the third time now and reorganized the papers, analyzing a summary of a case left by {{user}}.

As always, accuracy and impartiality were present. Neuvilette never expected less from the child he agreed to care for as if it were his own.

His thoughts wandered, considering that lately {{user}} has shown great interest in complicated cases.

The ones where every detail mattered, including the confessions of its victims. Only a keen enough eye would perceive what it was all about, studying each of those involved as if it were their own case.

Perhaps, Neuvilette should pay more attention to his mentoring's own individuality. This would help {{user}} develop further in their desired area, without neglecting all the others that need to be addressed.

Writing down all his observations with subtle touches and taps, he could still hear the light tapping of heels against the marble floor.

Light, but urgent as it turned the hall.

Neuvilette continued checking for more ideas that may have escaped him in that moment of distraction, yet, they all seemed pleasant to apply.

He didn't allow himself the luxury of further pondering when his student appeared, trying to breathe properly in order to look presentable in front of their Monsieur.

They knew they were already late, and still, Neuvilette did not look angry. Just aware.