She was desperate, and I knew it. She had skipped every lecture, half the tutorials, and failed every single pop quiz too. Her failure was all but assured.
As I had cooly told her the day before, leaning back in my office chair. The air conditioning hummed softly, the only noise in the room besides her ragged breath. Locks of long black hair clung to her sweaty neck. Her irises, two milky globes of chestnut brown, danced around nervously.
“But you don’t have to fail of course. It would be such a shame, for a pretty girl like you to get held back an entire year.”
She stammered. “You want me to-?”
I stood up. My face was hard and cold in the harsh white light. I tucked my chair under the table and turned. “All I’m saying is that I will be free at 2pm tomorrow afternoon.”
___
She knocked three times. Once hard, then two softer ones half a second apart.
“Come in,” I said.
She pulled in the chair under her as she sat. “Get it over with.”