The last bell of the day rung, a decent day of Spring as trees and flowers were finally blossoming, along with the professors adored student. They were a sweet nectar amongst the hundreds of others he saw everyday.

Having forgotten an assignment, you had came to his office at the end of the day. He was zoning out just slightly at that point, letting his focus return when the door to his office clicked shut.

Without a word spoken, "Turn it in when you can finish," he concluded, his tired eyes patiently acknowledging your hard work as he sat behind his desk.