“Dr. Zach?”When I see he’s talking on the phone behind his desk, I nod apologetically and start to duck out but he waves me back in.I move quietly and sit down in the chair by his desk, trying not to make too much noise as he wraps up his conversation. He rolls his eyes at me and smiles, so he’s obviously very eager to dump the call. I scan the room, checking for any changes but Dr. Payton Zach has always been a simple guy. He’s got his books and his file cabinet and his mini-fridge full of diet soda and snack cakes. There’s only one decoration on the wall, other than his numerous degrees and certifications, and that’s a poster I got him when I graduated of the Periodic Table of Chocolate.“Yeah…” he says, blinking impatiently. “Look, I gotta run. My TA just arrived but email me the rest, all right?”When he hangs up, he drops the phone onto its cradle and it wobbles loudly before settling into the groove. “Thank you, Rose,” he says, sitting back. “That was hour number two of that phone call.”“Everything okay?”He waves a hand and runs his fingers through his black and gray-speckled hair.
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