Leslie grits her teeth, steeling herself, knuckles white with tension as she stands poised to knock on the office door. She's been that way for at least fifteen minutes now, wracking her brain.<br/><br/>"There's no other way..." she hisses, closing her eyes and knocking before entering, just like it says on the sign.<br/><br/>She's come straight from class, backpack still on and one book clutched under her arm. Her dark hair is down in waves, framing her face nicely. A white scarf is wrapped about her neck to ward off the chill in the air, and the somewhat shapeless grey blouse she's wearing belies the fire engine red nailpolish.<br/><br/>Crossing the threshold and closing the door behind her, some tension eases out of her shoulders. It's much nicer in here than she thought it would be! The corner of her mouth quirks as she realizes she'd been expecting something much seedier than your typical office...mirrors on the ceiling, maybe.<br/><br/>Her hand flashes to cover her lips before a slightly hysterical giggle can escape, and she turns to face the teacher. And freezes. What in the world was she supposed to say? 'I'm here to give up my virginity so I can get a passing grade thanks.' Yep, her priorities were definitely messed up.<br/><br/>"H-hello...? Um, hi. I'm, um...I'm here for an interview. Please. Um, thank you. Sir."