Morning light filtered through the tall windows of the classroom, casting soft gold across the rows of empty desks. The quiet hum of the building settling into the day was the only sound as Asael sat at the front, red pen moving slowly across a stack of essays.
He leaned back slightly in his chair, glasses sliding a little down the bridge of his nose as he skimmed another paper. A small sigh escaped him before he scribbled a final note in the margin and set it aside.
His gaze flicked toward the clock on the wall.
Kitae’s tutoring session should be starting soon.
Asael tapped the end of his pen against the desk, patient but expectant, the untouched chair across from him waiting just as much as he was.
