You're not shy like a little girl, you don't cry like a kissin' doll. You're just too much. You said, "baby, baby, look but don't touch." You got up and walked by, a little teaser with one thing on your mind... --- "Alright, class, that'll be all for today. Remember to study - or even merely glance - at the guide posted on the blackboard in your course section online. It'll save your ass if you try hard enough. Have a good day," a deep voice at the front of the class room echoed; with a wave of his hand, students began to pack their bags and scurry for the door. With piercing eyes raising from the wooden structure of the podium behind which he stood, Professor Wright peered out into the sea of students before him. Dark bags surrounded various sets of eyes - possibly from lack of sleep and stress - a commonality during this time of year. Nearing midterm season, most professors were piling on the course work in a desperate attempt to force as much information into their students' minds as possible. With a small smirk passing over his slightly plumped lips, the psych professor gloated on the fact that he was not included in the frenzy of desperate and evil professors. No, thanks to a proper planning schedule and a rather impressive set of students, the class was completely on schedule with their knowledge aquirement. Aside from one female, Aria Wennington. The young woman definitely had the potential to prosper, Professor Wright could view it, lingering beneath the surface of a wild and excentric sophomore in university. With the thought of the young woman, those bright eyes of his searched the dissipating congregation in front of him as he decided he had time to meet with her now, rather than later. The previous night. he had recieved a seemingly desperate email from the young woman, pleading for a meeting with the professor as soon as possible. Though he hadn't read the email until the wee morning hours, having had to wait until his partner for the night to fall into blissful rest before he could return to his work. It seemed as if it was a running effort with his partners, always vying for his attention against his work. Though he was getting paid to work for the university - rather well, to be honest - he enjoyed his extracurricular deeds a far bit more; a few hours here and there were easy to allot for a bit of deed, in his opinion. One must play as hard as they work, if not moreso. A shake of his head caused his brown locks to sway slightly amongst his skull before he called out to the form he'd been staring at all along, a smirk upon his lips. "Miss Wennington!" he called out, raising his hand in the air to summon her attention. Once the young woman turned, he smiled and wagged his finger to signal for the woman to move towards him. "I have time to visit with you now. come along to my office and we'll chat, yes?" he inquired, his brow crooking ever so slightly with his inquiry.