Dom was humming. For the first Monday that semester, he was in a good mood.Something about the thick humidity that he suffered day to day was intolerable but the Louisiana summer had relented and allowed a cool mist to hover over the town. Today, he was enjoying being alone in his office, the sun notably absent from its large windows.
At present moment, he was neglecting a stack of papers he had yet to grade for a small Venus flytrap he was growing. Unlike the many he had at home, this one seemed to have an attitude. On days that he took special care in pruning and watering it, it seemed to glow, its pinks and greens becoming lighter. On all others, it would wilt, almost as if it were playing dead. Today was a good day for the plant, it seemed to have decided as Dom poured boiled water on it, anything with minerals was practically a death sentence.
The plant’s attitude was not the only thing unusual about it. Dom had something of a green thumb which made everything he grew animated - his flowers opened and closed depending on who was in the room, his tomatoes would practically roll off the vine if he spoke ill of the progress they were making. The flytrap was no different, occasionally nipping at Dom’s fingers as they brushed over its leaves.
As he stared absently at the plant, he became aware of a presence outside of his door. He listened to the person shift their weight from one leg to another before calling out to them.
“I know you’re there. This isn’t the easiest building to move around in silently.” He grinned, waiting for an answer.
“Wasn’t hiding. Just didn’t want to interrupt.” Meredith strode through the door once she’d been acknowledged, smiling, but not looking at him just yet. Instead she let her attention wander around the room, taking in the space, the details. The Venus Flytrap earned a raised eyebrow and a moment of consideration unto itself when she finally did direct her gaze towards the desk at the front of the room. Only after that did she raise her eyes to him.
“The new French professor, I presume?” She didn’t say his name, hoping he would pronounce it for her himself, first. If it had been French, she would have known how to read it, but despite his area of expertise, it hadn’t looked French. Better to wait and save herself the potential misstep. “I’m in your advanced class. Meredith Locke.”
The hand offered with the introduction hovered just above the surface of his desk. Meredith glanced down just enough as she moved to make sure she didn’t hit anything, before fixing her attention back in place. “Do you have the reading list, yet? I like to get my books early.” Speaking of– again, her eyes wandered, looking for a bookshelf she could analyze, but once again, landing and lingering on the Venus Flytrap. She knew a small bit about the plant – that it was carnivorous, that it was a somewhat odd choice for a French Professor to have in his classroom. Pest control, perhaps?
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