Chapter 38 Professor Williams Or Gabriel: Who's More Interesting?

• He strode toward me through the crowd — tall, broad-shouldered, his combat jacket still dusted with ash and dirt. A band-aid clung stubbornly to his cheek, a small testament to whatever chaos he’d just come from. Gabriel always had that rugged, untamed look about him — as if he belonged more to the battlefield than to polished halls like this.
• I didn’t know how long he’d been standing there. Maybe he’d seen everything — every strained smile, every glance, every humiliation.
• What a day, I thought, exhaling.