Jul 3, 2016
— @ofsilverspoons
The meeting hadn't exactly been easy to schedule; her schedule and that of her professor's conflicted much more than what could even remotely be considered convenient, but now, after quite a few adjustments (including, but not limited to, cancelling lunch plans with her cousin), she sat before him at last, settled rather cozily into a decently comfortable armchair. She'd just opened her mouth to speak when a knock at the door — sharp and certain — interrupted her, and before the man in front of her had a chance to invite them in (or better yet, turn them away), the door flew open, nearly hitting the stopper. Ria jumped slightly, irritation flashing in her blue eyes as she glanced over her shoulder at the intruder.