"Oh, I don't know. You might be able to teach me how to draw or something." Jackson joked, a grin filling his face.<br/><br/>When he returned to the center of the four-way corridor, he was taken by surprise when his new acquaintance grabbed his hand and began to lead him back down her end of the corridor. He wasn't completely comfortable with the contact, but he went with it, rushing down the corridor to prevent them being any later to their first classes.<br/><br/>When they got inside the appropriate building, there were three chairs positioned opposite a tall desk. An elderly woman, around 60, sat behind the desk, typing away at her computer. There were two doors to the left of the chairs, one read "enrollment office" and the other "international office".<br/><br/>"I guess this is the right place." Jackson thought out loud, giving a glance to Patricia. Eyes flickered to the clock on the opposite wall, 7.45.<br/><br/>"Can I help you?" The elderly woman asked, standing up to greet the two confused students. Her name-tag read Elaine. She was dressed like a typical receptionist. A pale green cardigan and a light grey skirt. She had glasses hanging round her neck on a pearl-like string. A butterfly broach on the left side of her chest.<br/><br/>Jackson hurried over to the desk, now pulling Patricia with him. "Hi, we're a little bit late. We've been given these slips, we both have problems with our enrollment." He explained quickly, pulling out the slip of paper once again and handing it to her.<br/><br/>She took it from him, her nails painted a silver shade. She read it over before nodding. "Take a seat. I'll let them know you're both here. What are your names?" She asked.<br/><br/>"Jackson Croft." The man replied before looking down at Patricia.