He leans against the windowsill of his desolate classroom, his hands in his pockets as the ticking of the clock fills the room. His face is softly illuminated by the cloudy light, and he taps his foot anxiously. There are a few empty desks and a chalkboard, and as you open the door, he turns quickly, as if he was anticipating you.

“Oh, hello. Come in.” He says with an unremarked passion in his voice.

“You’re here for quantum physics, no?”