Class Dismissed
Dorinda sighed as the professor declared their lecture over, getting up to gather her things and head off to work. She started making her way down the stairs of the auditorium when her heel had gotten caught on a young man’s briefcase and tripped, her books and pens scattering everywhere. She let out a gasp as she hit the ground, which soon turned into an irritated groan. “Who seriously leaves their bags in the middle of the aisle?” She grumbled, looking up to see the man whom the briefcase belonged to. “Are you kidding me? Are you not going to help me up or even apologize? Who do you think you are?”









