Professor Watney was reading the newspaper in his office when the two freshmen students stopped by. It was technically Office Hours, and while most days no students showed up, he felt it was still his duty to be available just in case. His office was located in a quiet part of the basement of the science complex, and passers-by were rare, let alone students with questions.
“Hi ladies,” the professor said, “Are you lost? Which room are you looking for?”
“Uh, isn’t this your Office Hours? I’m Cameron, from your Anatomy lab?” the first girl asked, even though it wasn’t really a question.
“Oh, right, right, Cameron,” Professor Watney stammered, then looked at the other girl, “And you are, uh…” It wasn’t that he was bad at memorizing people’s names. But for his freshmen sections, he’d long ago stopped bothering to try.
The two girls looked at each other. Watney couldn’t read the meaning of the glance.
“I’m Lacy,” the other girl said.
“Of course, yes, and so Cameron and Lacy, come in, take a seat,” he said, “What can I help you with? How is your takehome lab coming?”