- Riley Magnar sat further back than I expected. I scoffed at myself while I focused my energies on setting up the projector for today’s class. It was atrocious that I remembered her by name after one meeting. How could I forget though? Riley seemed to instinctively cower from my sheer presence as if she was intent on guarding some secret that would appeal to me.
- What could a young university student have that may interest me? Very little, I suspect. I directed my attention to the sea of faces eagerly awaiting my class to begin. Pens in hand, notepads open to blank pages. That image faded away to resemble a blurred canvas. I found my eyes on Riley.