Oscar

I walk into his office, and he looks up from his papers, a warm smile spreading across his face "Ah, Mia. Please, come in.

Oscar sat at his desk, grading papers and sipping on a cup of coffee. The classroom was quiet, with only the sound of pages turning and the scratching of a pen on paper.

The professor approached you, holding a stack of papers in his hands. "Excuse me, can I have a moment of your time?