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The Professor's Assistant

It was the first time in about 15 years that I stared in to someone's eyes and didn't look away. They were black pupils with red irises and its sclera was yellow. They told its life story and  finally let me tell someone mine.

But before we get too deep in I have explain few things. First my name is Vianna Kelentza. I moved to Paris about a month ago to study under a famous professor who lived some what on the outskirts of Paris. I heard many tales of his miraculous concoctions that were borderline magic I just had to meet him. The first time I found his work place, Botanical Gardens, it looked deserted but I still knocked. A card popped out from underneath the door. I picked it up and it read "Hello Ms.____. I am sorry to tell you that the Professor is out on a business trip and won't be back for a while. Please come back later." At first I wanted to but then a thought occurred to me. Who would such a great professor leave in charge of his things. So I some what loudly asked to who ever was beyond the door obviously watching my presence.
"Can I please meet the person responsible enough to take care of the Professor's things?"
The doors lock clicked open and out came a monkey to my surprise. He seemed to be a proboscis monkey due to his white fur, medium size, and large nose. He wore a strapping brown jacket with a green hat to match. He pulled out a card from his jacket and handed it to me. It read "Hello, I am Charles, the Professor's monkey assistant."
"Hello Charles. My name is Vianna. I am someone who wishes to work under the Professor but unfortunately I have come at a bad time. I am sorry to have disturbed any work you may have been doing but I really wanted to meet the person or in this case mammal, that was allowed to take care of the Professor's work space."
He handed me three more cards, in order they read "It is ok. The Professor will be back in 5 days. Hope to see you again."
"I hope to see you again too Charles. Goodbye and have a fun week." I waved goodbye and he waved back closing the door behind him.

As I finally reached back across the crickety wooden bridge that connected the gardens with the rest of Paris a car flew past me and onto the bridge. I wanted to tell them to one slow down but two, that the Professor was out but the car was already gone by the time I said "Hey!".