Little Bird

Marcus

The evening was beginning to arrive, signaled by the sky slowly darkening outside, though the sun had not yet fully set. Instead, the orange glow of twilight illuminated the grounds of the prestigious boarding school, and the air was cold, owing to the time of year, but otherwise pleasant. 

Against this backdrop outside the window of his office, Marcus Drake sat in a plush armchair at his desk, waiting patiently for one of his students. The man had worked at the school for a number of years, enough that his name carried some level of respect among his colleagues, and he had a reputation as a stern, strict teacher, but one that wished for his students to succeed, and his passion for the job was never in doubt.

 The man sat back in his chair, clasping both hands together in his lap. His clothes were smart and immaculately pressed, with a white buttoned shirt masking a surprisingly toned torso, as well as a thin red tie around his neck, and fitted black pants adorning his legs. He had also been wearing a suit jacket for most of the day, but as the hour grew later, he had discarded this, and it now lay draped over the back of his chair. 

Marcus was a handsome man, and it was clear that he took care of himself, as his age was difficult to guess from looks alone, and was not information he readily shared - nevertheless, there were some telltale signs he could not hide from, such as a single streak of grey in his short, dark brown hair, and the faintest of wrinkles at the corners of his sharp hazel eyes when he smiled or laughed. 

 On his desk in front of him were a set of papers written by the student that he had invited to his office, and these were the very topic he wished to discuss. This particular student was one he felt a great deal of fondness for, but her academic performance had left him in a tricky situation, which he was hoping that their meeting would help to resolve.