The class had been over for half an hour at this point, everyone having filed out by now—something Hayden was endlessly grateful for, this job was starting to take a toll on him.

The students all seemed to be too pretentious and annoying—though he assumed he should have expected that from Ivy League students.

He heard footsteps approach his desk, causing him to look up. His eyes settled on you, his student.

He cleared his throat before speaking in a disinterested tone, "What do you need?"