“And that explains the literary devices of Catch-22 in which the title itself is a paradoxical literary device… That concludes today’s lecture. I’m releasing class a bit early. Make sure you read pages 423 through 467 by Monday. Also, Ms. McD, stay after for a second. I need to have a talk with you,” Livvy’s English Literature professor announced ominously. Liv packed her bag up and waited until everyone cleared out. She walked down the steps of the lecture hall slowly. Worrying to herself, Oh god. What does he want?
“Come into my office, Ms. McD. We need to work some issues out. Don’t worry. Nothing drastic,” he said, opening his door to his office. God, he always smells so good, she thought as she passed by him. She placed her bag down on the ground and settled herself down into the chair opposite his desk.
“Mint?” He politely asked, offering a candy from his desk bowl.
“No, thank you, sir,” she declined nervously.
“Suit yourself,” he proclaimed as he popped one in his mouth.
Maybe she should’ve taken a mint. Her mouth was so dry from nervousness right now. He took his jacket off and sat down in his chair, loosening his tie.