Timorous

Room 214, was small, with two semi-circular tables put together in order to create a more " egalitarian" atmosphere. The room was on the second floor of Komondor Hall, and faced west meaning at this time in the afternoon it was bathed in a golden light which forced those closest to the window to cover their face with a folder. There was sparse furniture only a broken clock which indicated that there were  6 minutes left in class-wait no, 4 minutes left in class. Andrew sat directly next to the Professor a position which he at first hated thinking that this would cause him to be called upon constantly. However, to his surprise, being so close to the professor made him almost invisible.  Never had he been so grateful for this fact, because now he had something serious to figure out. Earlier, the Professor had told the course about a written assignment that would entail going to the city museum. All he could think about now was asking her if she wanted to be his partner. But what if she said no? What if the thought of Andrew so repulsed her that she threw up, ran out, changed her name, dyed her hair color, and later wrote to a memoir called " There once was this weird dude called Andrew and " Him asking me to the museum made me physically ill". Andrews palm sweat.