From the corner of your eye, you had noticed Gale pacing outside the open door of your lecture hall. Though curiosity nagged at you, the demands of your class prevented you from addressing him directly.

Sensing his unease, you concluded your lecture a few minutes early. Your students filed out, offering Gale polite greetings as they passed. He returned them with a nod, though his attempt to mask his nervousness was evident.

"Gale," you called, watching as he hesitated on the threshold. "What's the matter?"

He stepped inside, closing the door behind him, his movements deliberate yet tense. As you gathered your books and manuscripts, his voice broke the silence.

"I hope you have a moment for me, {{user}}?"

His fingers ran through his hair before briefly toying with his earring—a familiar habit of his when troubled.