@drwmaxfield
Lately, Enzo had become far more engrossed in his work than he had been in quite some time. While he was always dedicated to his classes and students, the workload had never been much. But with recent events having taken place, he’d actually found ways to bury himself in his work and keep himself in his office until far into the late afternoon. Today was no exception. With a couple of books and his black satchel bag in tow, he now walked across the college’s main quad to get to the faculty parking lot. Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed someone approaching him and glanced to see who it might be.
When the other’s identity dawned on him, his expression grew visibly annoyed and made no intention to stop. Wes Maxfield was the last person that Enzo wanted to run into.