Soon, the only car remaining was a new silver SUV crossover with darker than usual tinting on the windows. She wondered, idly, if this was the Professor’s vehicle. At 7:30 on the dot, Professor Areleon exited the building and held his hand out to her. He hadn’t even looked for her when he entered the alleyway, but he seemed to know that she was there, waiting. Quickly, she joined him, taking his proffered hand and following him to the lone vehicle. After tucking her into the passenger seat and fastening her seat belt, he jumped behind the steering wheel and started the car. His mouth was set in a firm line as he maneuvered them off campus and toward the freeway. “I don’t like the color yellow,” he said after he’d merge onto the freeway, indicating the flowers on her blouse. “Yes, Sir,” Sabrina said. “I brought a backup outfit, if you’d like me to change, because I wasn’t sure where we’d be going.” “No, it’s my fault you weren’t better prepared,” he shook his head.
