As the door closed behind Audrey, a wave of confused murmurs swept through the classroom. Students huddled together, exchanging theories about her abrupt departure.
"I've never seen her leave without saying goodbye to a professor," a girl whispered loudly.
"Do you think it was because of him?" Another student nodded toward Julian.
Julian gathered his materials, puzzled by the commotion.
He glanced at Audrey's empty seat, noticing the slight frost that had formed on her desk, it was without a doubt physical evidence of her emotional state.
The paper she'd received lay crumpled in the small wastebasket beside her station.
As he made his way to the exit, Professor Farrow caught his eye.
"Mr. Julian, a moment please."
Julian approached the demonstration table where the professor was cleaning up.
"That was impressive work today," Farrow said, his eyes twinkling. "Especially for someone who missed the first week of classes."
"Thank you, sir."
