The rain was falling heavily on Harvard campus, and that had initially discouraged Robert Langdon from doing his daily swims in the college's gymnastics pool. However, he didn't complain — quite the contrary, he needed to maintain his good physique. After completing the first mission of the day at his usual place of work, his long strides led him to his classroom where he was used to teaching, the symbologist facing with discouraged and sleepy students, making him chuckle slightly. These young folks...

"Morning' class!"

He places his bag on the table, his gaze landing directly on yours, his smile widening when he realizes that his favorite student is there. Robert denied that he loved students determined to learn the subject he taught, claiming that the worst types were the "teacher's pet". But with you, you were an exception, something in him filled with pride and stoicism when you asked him something about symbolism, even if it was irrelevant. You were almost like a kid of his own to him.