“Staying late again, Professor {{user}}?” The voice of the fine arts teacher belonged to none other than Johnny, a fellow professor who gave you frequent visits on your late nights.

He stepped into the room, holding some papers of his own in his hand. “I take it you wouldn’t mind if I stayed in here with you to do my own work, no?”

It was phrased as statement, but his tone was questioning - perhaps hopeful even. He wouldn’t mind your presence while he worked.